#made a cute spot for a rendezvous later too (^;;

[simgerale]

THE TRAINING GROUNDS ⚔

and one of the knights i made for it (^': he is killian's unofficial bff honestly... shows up in ch. 1!

[hannieehaee]

desperately need scoups x brat reader where she’s somewhere she isn’t supposed to be and keep pushing his buttons 😫

18+ / mdi

content: dom!seungcheol, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1510

a/n: thank u for requesting <333 hope u enjoy <3

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seungcheol was sure as hell what he was seeing wasnt true.

because if it was true, then that would mean you lied to him, and his pretty and sweet girl wouldnt do that to him, would she?

except it was true. there you were, in the background of one of your friends' stories as you downed a shot in the club.

it's not that seungcheol was over protective (okay, maybe a bit). he just cared too much for your safety. he knew that the scene during nighttime in the city could get a bit dangerous, so he just preferred you stayed home on days in which he had prior engagements and was not available to come pick you up in case something went awry. the both of you always agreed that that was reasonable enough, which always kept seungcheol at ease.

but today it seemed like you wanted to break the rules.

as he continued to watch the myriad of stories multiple of your friends had posted, he could always spot you peaking somewhere in the background; never really making a full appearance in the stories – almost as if you'd been attempting to make sure that seungcheol would not find out about your little rendezvous.

maybe his annoyance wouldnt have been as big if this had been just some random occurrence. maybe you'd just forgotten about your agreement or something. but seungcheol knew that wasnt the case. you had brought up the idea of going out on this specific sunday about a week ago, which seungcheol had sadly advised you against since he knew he'd be unavailable for the entirety of the day and would not even be able to make it home until the following night. you had agreed with ease and the subject was not brought up again after that.

the situation only got progressively worse as he saw more and more stories posted by multiple of your friends. as the minutes went by, more stories kept popping up, with your own eventually showing up on his feed.

now you were just being shameless about it, going as far as posting videos of yourself as you danced and drank with your friends, even at some point sending him a cute selfie of you with your makeup done and a dazed look on your face that indicated to him that you were most likely buzzed.

and now all seungcheol could do was sit there in confusion as he analyzed your behavior. had you purposely avoided the subject just so you could go back on your word and even go as far as to taunt him? that just would not do for seungcheol. no. now you were forcing him to take matters into his own hands. now he would have to leave the company earlier than expected and explain to his members that he'd be unable to stay the night at the dorms like they'd originally planned to do. all because you'd decided to be a brat.

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he knew he had time to spare in arriving to your shared apartment. since you'd been out clubbing, he assumed that you would likely be back by 1am or so, so he made his way home at 12 and had a while to spare before you made your arrival.

he had not responded to your selfie in the way he usually would (with a variety of flirtatious messages in return), but had instead chosen to ice you out until he could receive you at home and deal with you face to face.

after your unanswered selfie, you had decided to occasionally send your boyfriend the occasional pouty emoji and teasing texts asking him if he was mad and if he was going to 'deal with you' when he came back the following night. pleased with knowing you weren't expecting him home tonight, he put his phone aside and calmly waited for you to arrive, already thinking of how he would put you in your place.

only a few minutes later and he could hear voices coming from the hallway, likely you bidding your friends goodbye before distractedly making your way inside.

you hadn't noticed at first, only jumping back when you'd already put your purse and coat down and making your way into the living room.

"holy fuck! jesus christ, cheol. announce your presence next time, you almost killed me."

"really? that's all you have to say to me? i cut my day short and endure your brattiness and this is how you greet me?", things weren't off to a good start.

"baby ... cmon. i just went out for a few hours. it's fine! nothing happened," you approached him with a cheeky smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"you said you'd stay home, then proceeded to go out and tease me about it. that's not really my definition of fine", he let you grab onto him despite his annoyance, even wrapping his own arms around your frame.

"i only did that so you'd know where i was. i didnt wanna worry you ..."

"oh? so you were being good? are you sure about that, angel?"

"mhm, scout's promise," you gave him a childish grin.

"baby, you were never a scout."

"still! im sorry, cheollie ... didn't mean to make you mad."

"but i feel like maybe you did ..", his arms squeezed you even closer to him, eyes a little dark.

"well, about that ..."

"hah, so you did want to make me mad, huh? any particular reason for that, angel?", he saw this as the perfect opportunity to start running his hands up and down your body, which was clad in a tiny little dress he had yet to see on you.

"j– just wanted your attention, that's it!"

"oh, you have it. and you're gonna have even more of it."

no further words were spoken as he quite literally swallowed them into his mouth as he kissed you. he showed no mercy in the way his tongue snuck into your mouth and his strong arms manhandled you all the way into your shared bedroom, shredding your sad excuse of a dress off on the way.

"want my attention, baby? well, now you're gonna have it all night."

he kissed you again and again, eventually laying you down on the bed as he made his way down between your legs.

pressing light kisses along your thighs, seungcheol drank in your whines for more, knowing that your pleasure was in the hold of his hand and that only he could decide when you'd finally receive any type of stimulation.

"cheollie, just ..."

"just what?", he licked so so close to where you wanted him, but still not enough.

"kiss me ..."

"kiss you where, baby? here?", he pressed a fleeting kiss to your weeping cunt and accompanied it with a flick of his tongue.

he repeated this action a few times as you whined for more, adoring the way you mewled his name.

unexpectedly, seungcheol then got up and fully separated himself from your cunt, now throwing off his own clothes to join you on the bed. that's when he caught your adorable look of annoyance at him.

"oh, you thought a brat would get her pussy eaten? are you new here, baby? all you get is my cock, and whether you cum or not is not my problem."

with that, he entered you, making you cry at the sudden intrusion before allowing you a few moments to get used to his size inside you.

his groans and praises at your tightness could not be helped even when he meant to punish you. even knowing that you had been disobedient and a brat (and that you had lied to him), he still wanted nothing more than for you to cum with him, which was why he began angling himself in a way that he knew would hit that special spot that always had you wailing his name and leaving scratch marks on his back.

as expected, you became delirious as he fucked his cock into you, begging for more and more despite already taking on his brutal pace.

"be thankful for what i'm already giving you, brat," he thrust extra hard as he said this, making you arch your back and pressing your nude chest against his own.

seungcheol's punishing pace only sped up with time, soon arriving to its crescendo as his body begged him for release, with your own orgasm following his as his hand went down to caress your clit.

he fell exhausted next to your own limp body, barely able to hold you against him as the two of you caught your breaths.

"angel, just ask me to come with you next time, jesus", he chuckled breathlessly.

"then how am i supposed to get you to throw me around like this?"

"you have a chronic case of being a brat. i think we need to fix that", he turned to you, beginning to feel you up once more.

"hmm. yeah, i think so too," you giggled in the return, clearly very into the idea.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Tales of The Ghost Writer

“You met Xingqiu at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you.”

Pairings -> Xingqiu x Author!Reader

Word Count -> 3518

Theme -> Long Fic, Fluff

Series -> #Bonafide specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> Xingqiu's name might be mispelled at times, also he rambles a lot

Entry Log # 645:

I’ve once again delivered the new batch of books to Wanwen Bookhouse today at 4PM, 30 new books in collection to be sold. That would add up to a total of 420 published books for Legend of the Lone Sword. Despite its old circulation, collectors and avid bookworms still seek out the volumes. In a spur of the moment thought, the 4th volume was finally rereleased for more readers to get a chance to read them. While on my rounds, I’ve met a particularly peculiar fan.

“4th volume?” You nod as you set down the stack of books on the counter where Jifang stood behind with a welcoming smile. “Thank you, everyone has been asking about it for a while now. I don’t understand how people keep missing out on the last volume like so.” There was an exchange of giggles between you continued your idle chatter, busying yourself with recounting the stack to make sure the order placed was exact. Yep, 30.

You picked one up from the top pile as Jifang enters the bookhouse to gather the payment. It wasn't that much of a feat to carry a pile of 30 books when it's only this thick, you thought as you opened the book in the middle and... buried your nose in it, literally. Archons, the scent of freshly printed books had always been such a stress reliever of a kind. The imprints were still fresh as you run your thumb over the pristine white page of page 75, the gravings of the letter bumping it in such an intricate and endearing manner. You suppose it should be prime time you get a copy of your own-

"Ah, the glorious scent fresh books offer are quite irresistible to everyone," your head whipped to the side in a hurry at the embarrassing display. Yet your new company only offered a light-hearted laugh, floaty and flowing swiftly past his lips. You find it enjoyable to listen to. "Fret not, I don't judge such honest guilty pleasure."

His smile was soft and respectful as you return it, watching his hand (wrists largely ruffled) pick up the next book on the pile, his interest shining the more he recognizes the the piece of literature. Such expensive clothing and poise, you thought as you continued to inspect. "I knew Wanwen had a schedule of new releases today, but I was not informed it would be the 4th volume of the Legend of the Lone Sword!"

"A fan?" You mused as you placed back the copy you took, leaning against the counter as you watched him quickly scan the lines of the book. He was intensely staring at every word with such a calculating gaze, that sometimes break when he reads how the character would sometimes reach an impasse, or when a new discovery reaches its peak. His ardent gaze was enough of an answer. When he took a break from reading to pass you his attention, you hadn't realize how red your cheeks had been out of embarrassment. "I've always wanted to get my hands on my own copy of the 4th, yet everytime all bookhouses in Liyue keep running out of stock. Is delivery normally this scarce?" He'd gestured at the not so looming pile.

You nod in response with a forgoing giggle. "Publishing could be running into some... shortness of funds?" Subtle, yet he hums in disappointment at the thought. His little pout, adorable, as he buries his face in the book again. I would gladly fund such glorious writing, you thought you heard past the leather back before the ornate doors past the counter finally opened again.

"Ah sorry it took so long, I couldn't find the exact pouch for the- hey! You again, you've read and been scolded dozens of times already," the woman angrily gestures to the notice board by the table, "Pay first, read later!"

You snorted, thankfully masked by the sudden cry of the caught culprit as he was smacked (hopefully gently) on the head by the owner, forcing him to put back the book to the pile. "Hnghh, but Lady Jifang! You didn't scold her, she was indulging herself with the book just the same," you breathed a fake gasp of astounded betrayal, before you three had laughed in chorus.

The oldest of your trio scoffed in amusement as she placed the bag of Mora unto your waiting hand. "What, her? Why would I scold her, she probably knows every word like the back of her ha-" her rambling was then cut off by a loud smack on her bottom, a book expertly finding its way back to your hand with a perfectly cut smile. Her yelp was not unnoticed by the male as he laughs at the display.

"Let him be, he's really been patiently waiting for the release!" Jifang scoffs at the word patiently as you came to the defense of blunette. You were never really aware of the norm in Wanwen, as you usually come by at a time where you would have been alone. This was a first.

"Quite so! Just the start of the volume had me hooked, setting for the peak of the story climax! The synopsis itself already hinted of another inclusion of a new element into the story I had not expected from this style of a book, surely such a writer would not tread such parallel territory without being an expert teller-" Jifang watched in amusement as her gaze lands on you at the start of the bookworm's rambling, watching the redness touch the tip of your ear with an abashed smile shyly gracing your lips. Behind it she can see the mirth and amusement, something she outwardly shows with her own expression.

"Wow," was the Liyuean woman's only response once the speaker has finished his lengthy speech. His dorkiness stands with pride at his examination.

You cleared your throat before you could mutter your initial words, finally realizing the time. "That was... quite marvelous of an analysis. A-Anywaysss, thank you for your partnership, I hope the books are all sold by tomorrow!"

And with that you swiftly made your exit, wanting to find a place to scream the embarrassment out. Or maybe squeal, just to be subtle.

Entry Log # 15:

As a distant relative to the Guhua clan, the (L/N) clan was not exactly known to be tied closely to the prestigious clan known for their expert martial. However, despite the impure connection, they carry with them still the honor of learning the arts to a meticulous detail.

Your family was one of the living practitioners of the Guhua Arts, twice removed, yet your spotlight was not that obvious as the name would carry. Your father wish to carry a new kind of prestige without relying on the powerful namesake and he had been adamant since birth to grind every teaching and form of the art into his immediate family.

"Misogyny nor feminism will not save you from battle, only your own strength." Something along those lines, was what he said.

Your eldest brother was his main point of reference when scolding you on not taking your lessons properly. A slacker he is, now he lacks not only a means of security but also financial stability, that's what you end up to if you don't treasure the arts of our family. You have no idea how martial arts brings you monetary security, but you can't really state to your own father that his logic was a bit skewed.

Daily during morning and the first touch of evening, you had resigned yourself into training under your father's supervision. As the eldest daughter of the house, you carry with you still a responsibility to be strong. No fraility was accepted, and your mother always argues about your father's ever so masculine lifestyle being imposed on you, a lady that should be taught other customs for means of living.

Yet after every session, at the end of the day under the caress of the lamp by your study table, your hands move with precision and calmness he would have scoffed at in the dojo. The beauty of words and their power to create new worlds effortlessly had drawn you in too easily, ever since you were young you had a knack for the books your mother reads to herself or to you.

Entry Log # 651:

The next time you'd met the Wanwen Bookworm (nickname you gave) was a rare moment when he'd finally looked at you more than the book in his hand. It seemed your little interaction from the bookhouse was attention-grabbing enough to make him seek out your person with a bunch of questions and wonder.

You gulped, patting down your blue skirt before accompanying him. The way he rambles was too dangerous, it was drawing something within you to also do the same, and you feared you may let out something you shouldn't. But a fellow 'reader' is good company, and with the little interactions you had with the same age group with the same interest makes this moment something you can't pass.

"Carrier to the Yae Publishing House?" You nodded calculatedly, after confirming you've said just the right information. "Quite intriguing, especially with such young age to be working in line with the greatest press house in Teyvat." Ohhh, he's surely smart despite the first impression of goofiness.

You giggled as politely as you can remember you should upon the scarce teachings of your mother. "I've always liked literature so I couldn't uhm let the opportunity pass, even if it's insignificant like that." Good, good, piling up the lies. You're grateful you haven't made some contract of friendship and happen upon the wrath of your nation's God. Or Qixing.

"Surely, you must have been in the presence of some of the wordsmiths during your rendezvous! So tell me," there was a dangerous glint in his eyes and you knew exactly what he's gonna ask, "Have you met the legendary Bob Ong?"

Oh goodness, you felt him caress and pat your back as you tried your best to breathe after the sudden choking on nothing, he was so spot on that you were horrified even if you had an inkling of what he was gonna inquire. "I uhm I don't really know what I'm allowed to say." In the inside you were goddamn screaming.

"You don't have to tell me anything about him, really! It's his mystery that makes his character just the most intriguing." You gulped down hard, this time without choking out of nothing. "I don't really know much about who he is since he's, you know, unknown? No clues whatsoever, he could be anywhere right now, maybe you've talked to him already or no. Yeah?"

He held a convincing hum before taking in the cryptic answer, content, for now you assume. "Not many avid readers of the book can place a name to the unnamed author, but how blind they were to see the cryptic signature at the back of the cover. Truly a wonderous act." Xingqiu, you finally learned his name, had took you out to lunch for the trouble and enjoyment. It wasn't really necessary, but you figured it was probably to keep you with him longer to converse about the books more.

A lot of his... analysis actually coincide with the messages that you lodged between the lines. He understands your way of narration more than you do at times, and you were left wondering just how much he had read of the fourth volume despite only having it for a few days then. When evening once again struck, you had bid each other farewell in the promise of another time to hang.

"It's a literature of love and freedom- disguised as a martial arts novel." Was his parting analysis, and you were left to wonder, was that really what you had projected into your works?

Entry Log # 32:

In your young and hopeful mind, you'd sent your first ever manuscript to Yae Publishing House. It wasn't your first work but it was the one you worked hard on the most, with weeks of furbishing and reworks. Your mother, although not directly informed of your whole plan, had provided you with great feedback and generous suggestions. And soon you created the first manuscript of 'String of Pearls'.

With a generous note and what you hoped is enough mora to at least publish a book, your package was sent to Inazuma.

You waited for days, of which turned to weeks, and then to months. You thought by the end of it all, you had been swindled but as young as you still hoped for the best of its outcome.

And then one day, as you were sweeping the outside of your gates in preparation for your father's return from some business in the harbor, a lone man of Inazuman style found its way to your humble abode. He calls himself Mr. Nine, and in his arms cradled two similar looking books, with a familiar envelope.

That was when you had been given the opportunity to write for the greatest Publishing House under the guise of a pseudonym. The great Nine was astounded by your ripeness paired with your prowess in writing. You hid behind Bob Ong, a protection from being belittled as a young child and a woman, to prevent being traced by your father if ever.

Yet you remained as subtle still. Even if your name was not written on the covers themselves, within your heart you were still the writers of those books. You've placed anagrams and mysterious puzzles revealing your name but it was part of the intrigue of the story that they had not thought much about it.

One day, you lost your book when you had gone out to eat. It was the second copy, as you carried the first one in your room, yet it still held a special place in your heart.

Xingqiu was a master novelist too, as you'd expect from someone so enthusiastic on the art of literature too. You'd long since become friends and found out soon enough his true identity. The heir to the Feiyun Commerce Guild, master practitioner of the Guhua Clan Arts, soon to be novelist. He was in every aspect the better half between you two.

One day in his daily reading breaks where he would happen upon you, he had found his eyes wafting over your notebook that you always carry. It was designed to look like a hard bound book specially tailored to your tastes, but it was nothing but mere keepers of your notes and musings.

Your newest page had in it a brand new draft for a brand new story you wanted to flesh out before the success of Legend of the Lone Sword diminishes. Mr. Nine still praised you for the success of your first major publishing and had assured you that there's no need to immediately compensate with another work so early, but your mind was already so eager to work. Your friend had never seen you so- flamed and passionate as the paper caves to the intense pressure your pencil places on it.

So he leans on your shoulder slightly (glad you were still distracted) as he quietly reads the words that articulates on the paper. The more Xingqiu reads, the more he craves, just the same vigor he felt everytime he had read his favorite works when each chapter invigorates him to continue to the end.

"Such a great outline," the blunette breathes out as he leans his cheek at the crown of your head. You let out a cute squeak when you'd finally come to, and turned your head to face him- "I didn't know you were into romance, my liege. Tell me, just where do you get such inspirations?" Your nose softly collided against the smoothness of his cheek, your lips ghosting over the line that is his jaw.

You scrambled backwards to direction opposite of his, yet with his body weight leaning on you, his center of balance quickly shifted on your weight like a net being pulled against the sides of a boat. You both toppled over.

"My, my, I didn't expect such abrupt resistance from you," Xingqiu's arms caged you as it holds him up against the grassland on either side of you. There was a certain mischievous glint in the ocean that is his eyes, which only meant one thing. "No need to be shy," you closed your eyes shut as his face leans in closer to yours, fanning over the frame of your face as he lets out a warm yet teasing exhale, "I'm sure we've gone past our personal bubbles in this relationship." You felt his chest against yours and braced for the inevitable-

as he finally licked your nose(?).

What.

"X-XINGQIUUUUU!" And then a cry of pain after a particularly harmful blow.

Entry Log # 659:

Xingqiu had always been a man of great words despite his chicken scratch of a penmanship. Vivid tales of his manuscript that I'm sure the Publishing House would take great value for, his years of memorizing numerous works in his arsenal. He told me that if I were to one day publish the manuscript, he wants to get the first copy and the first to get it signed. However Xingqiu has one glaring weakness when it comes to the art of words. When I asked him what would be a good title for the manuscript I made, he simply said, "Tales of the Writer!" And he sent a goofy smile. I thought he was joking, and I asked again, this time of what his work would be named. He replied:

"Why, Legend of Sword, of course!" He really sucks at titles.

Entry Log # 660:

Upon returning home with my new work ready to be shipped off for mass publishing, I've finally confronted my father. I had with me the final volume of my first work and offered it to him as first a gift of reconciliation, and my father took it with a mirthful glint in his eyes. He said he has been looking for the last volume of the series he'd been wanting to complete. I... I didn't know father was a fan.

The climax of my entire double-life ended so peacefully and tragically meh. I was expecting a martial arts fight of honor that will go down in history, but instead I ended up signing my own book as my father gushed about how nicely I illustrated the martial arts teaching we had during our sessions. I did not sleep well that night.

October 9th was a day celebrated by others more than the young master Xingqiu. The pavilion was mixed in with people from different walks of life and of faces he doesn't necessarily recognize. He lingers by the open window that shows the grandeur balcony, beckoning him outside. Today was a scheduled new release for Wanwen Bookhouse, and he had heard several chatters from the citizens that a new series would be published hailing from Yae Publishing House once again.

And the virtuoso of literature cannot attend such important matter himself because of his own birthday. How irking, you weren't even there to help appease his grumbling, you should have been here by now upon his invitation.

Suddenly the master of invitations bellowed out a familiar name, as his job to announce the entrance of the invited guests to the banquet. When he looks up, you were already walking down the grand staircase in your creme and blue Hanfu garb, accompanied by a tall man of a different wear—

"(Y/N), M-Mr. Nine-!" He bowed politely to the man as you curtsied at his presence. You looked absolutely dashing yet the man towered your form easily. "It's my honor to finally meet you, sire."

"Happy birthday, Xingqiu, I've heard many great things about you," the blunette opened his hands to receive the book gifted by the man. It had a familiar cover and title to it, Legend of Sword, "Great things, in fact, that there would too be great things to discuss later on." The Inazuman graced him a smile and he almost teared up at the implications, if not for when the author suddenly nudged you forward from your demure state.

Tales of the Ghost Writer

"X-Xingqiu, happy birthday! This is uhm, I've always wanted to- I wanted to give you this myself, I know you'd miss the first batch of releases," an unfamiliar book sits on his palm now. A plume and sword adorning its cover but no title, he shifts his hand to open it to the first page, "You said you wanted its first copy be signed, and I thought it appropriate to be given now at such a special occasion."

There in fresh print and ink he'd finally been revealed the mysteries he had long been searching for.

Against the translucent paper it was written and signed,

Tales of The Ghost Writer

Bob Ong, (Y/N)

@creation-magician @your-local-venti-simp @boxofteenageideas @indigodreamtime47

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 13

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable. 

word count: 5.3K

warnings: explicit language, smut (18+!), oral sex, (female receiving), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, 

table of contents

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"You better keep me posted this weekend while you're gone," Esmé said as she tossed you some more of your clothes out of your dresser for your suitcase.

You laughed, rolling your eyes jokingly at her. "Yes, Esmé. Because me going away with Aaron absolutely warrants me updating you about our little weekend rendezvous." You folded the clothes neatly before stacking them in a few different piles in your suitcase.

"Of course it does. What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't nosy as all hell and wanted to know how things are going between you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?"

"One that isn't nosy as hell?"

"You should just tell him you're sick and spend the entire weekend with me," she teased. "No but in all seriousness, this is good for you guys. I'm excited for you."

You nodded your head, packing some of the toiletries into your bag. "It'll be nice to get away from everything for a bit, you know? Just me and him. Have some more time to get to know one another better."

Esmé hummed in agreement before a small smirk was plastered across her face. "Maybe it's time."

"Time for what?"

"For you and Aaron to...you know," Esmé laughed. "Come on. How much longer are you going to wait?"

The truth was you wanted Aaron badly. It had gotten to the point where you would find yourself moaning his name as you found your pleasure yourself. You just didn't want to rush things. You wanted to make sure that when it did happen that you weren't forcing it to happen. If all went well, when you guys finally did have sex, you wanted it to be something natural, the feeling of primal desire taking over the two of you in a mutual I need you to fuck me right now otherwise I might die on the spot manner.

"I don't know, E," you said sheepishly. "I'm not rushing things."

"Well here," Esmé said as she tossed you some more clothes from your dresser drawer. You scoffed playfully, rolling your eyes at the effort of your friend. She had tossed you your black lace lingerie set, the one that you weren't even sure if you could consider clothes because it barely covered any part of your body. "Take this up to the lake house with Aaron and maybe you'll get to take it for a spin," she teased.

You clutched the lingerie in your hands and your eyes darted back and forth between the suitcase and your friend. With a sigh of defeat, although there was hope behind it, you packed the lingerie into your bag.

"He'll have no choice but to fuck you silly if you wear that," Esmé concluded, shrugging her shoulders as if talking about your sex life and encouraging you to get it on was a normal occurrence between friends.

"You're too much sometimes, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I mean, hey. If you finally get to have your way with him, no harm no foul, right?"

The two of you burst into hysterical laughter as you finished packing your bags for the weekend away with Aaron.

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Aaron had picked you up later that afternoon and drove you up to the lake house that he rented, which of course, he refused to take any money from you for it. The drive was nice and easy, the two of you singing along to songs on the radio and calling Jessica to check in on how Jack was doing.

You stayed quiet when Aaron was talking to Jack, just in case. The two of you hadn't discussed yet whether or not you were going to tell Jack that there was something going on between the two of you.

And on top of that, the two of you had to have a conversation as to what exactly the two of you were doing. Besides making eachother happy and kissing any damn second you had.

Once you arrived at the lake house, Aaron carried in your bags as you got settled. The house was fairly modern in its design and was furnished in a similar manner. It had a bathroom, decorated with vintage fixtures, a kitchen that was much larger than the one at your apartment, and two bedrooms. Your favorite part of the house was definitely the back deck that you could clearly see the sunrise or sunset from and the fact that it was so close to the docks that you could walk down.

You and Aaron decided to spend the majority of the day curled up on the couch watching TV, being a bit tired from the drive up. After you ordered in some takeout- Thai was Aaron's pick- you had told him that you wanted to watch the sunset from the docks. You figured it would be something peaceful and relaxing for the two of you to wind down the day.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the dock that was only a few feet away from behind the house, feeling the cool breeze roll off of the water. You bumped shoulders gently as you walked, your hands swinging in between the gap of your bodies.

"It's nice up here. Quiet. It feels like a good place to get away and get some work done," Aaron said softly as you continued to walk.

"You didn't actually bring your work up with you did you?" you asked, hoping that you would have his undivided attention for the weekend.

"No, of course not," he laughed. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "This weekend is just about me and you. Us."

"I like the sound of that," you murmured as you rested your head against his shoulder as you walked.

You continued to walk down the dock, nearing the end of it.

Aaron stopped at the edge of the dock, sighing lightly as he held you closer to his side. You watched as his gaze followed a passing boat and then drifted to the water in front of him. He let go of you from his side and squatted down, peering into the lake. He reached down, swirling his hand in the water. "You up for a swim?" he asked, squinting from the sunlight as he looked up at you.

"I have to go get changed first but then I wouldn't mind," you told him as you kept your eyes on him as he stood up in front of you, wiping his wet hand on his jeans.

"Let's just go now," he said with a playful smile, grinning from ear to ear.

"Aaron, sweetie," you laughed. "I'm not going to swim in my regular clothes."

Aaron raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Y/N, I don't think you have a choice," he chuckled.

"Aaron, I don't-" was all you managed to say before Aaron lunged forward and grabbed you by your hips. His grip was iron tight as he threw you over his shoulder while you flailed in his arms.

"Hey come on!" you hollered, laughing as you looked at the world upside down from his grip. You weren't going to complain too much, not when you got a view of his firm ass.

"Hold your breath!" Aaron laughed. And the next thing you knew, he was tossing you off of his shoulder into the water.

You held your breath as you sank down into the water, feeling your clothes cling to your body immediately when you landed in the lake. It wasn't as cold as you had anticipated, which was a relief. It felt refreshing and cooled you off quickly.

You exhaled out of your nose underneath the water, feeling the bubbles roll off your face. Propelling yourself upwards, you made your way back to the surface.

You pushed your hair out of your face, keeping your eyes shut for a moment as the water rolled down your face.

"Very funny, Aaron," you said unenthusiastically as you rubbed your eyes with your hands as you heard Aaron laughing from above you on the dock.

"I mean, I thought so," he chuckled.

"You're going to pay for that one, Hotchner," you said, trying to make your voice sound more threatening in its tone.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," he teased. You rolled your eyes, wading through the water back towards the dock. He bent down holding out his hand for you to grab on to. "Come on. I'll help you up."

You scoffed lightly as if to tell him You better as you grabbed onto his arm, a tight grip on his forearm. You were ready to get out of your soaked clothes and the water, but of course, you had a better idea than that.

So you grabbed onto Aaron's arm with your other hand and sent him a smirk. Realization struck his face as he froze in his movements. Before he could grab his bearings, you yanked on his arm with all your might, sending him tumbling into the water with you, in his clothes just like he did to you.

The water splashed around you from the impact and you moved away from the area that he had fallen into to give him some space when he came back up to the surface. You threw your head back with laughter, kicking your feet underneath the water to keep yourself steady as your body bobbed with the small waves that rippled around you.

You didn't think that you would have been able to pull off the little stunt so frankly, you were just ecstatic that you had been able to muster the strength to pull Aaron in.

As you were floating in the water, you felt two hands trail up your legs and then your waist before settling on your hips as Aaron emerged from the water, his hair dampened and slick upon his head.

"I guess I should have seen that coming," he said with a laugh as he pulled you flush against his body in the water. You carded your fingers through his hair, brushing the soaked strands off of his forehead. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his legs moving underneath the water as he ran his hand down his chin to try to wipe off the water that still lingered.

"Yeah," you laughed, looping your hand around the back of his neck. You splashed a little bit of water in his direction, the droplets of water landing on his glasses which you were thankful that they hadn't fallen off during all of the shenanigans. You leaned forward and pecked his lips gently. "You should have," you teased, rubbing your nose against his.

Aaron nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses along your shoulder. "You're lucky you're cute," he murmured into your ear.

The two of you spent some more time in the water, swimming around and splashing each other like a couple of lovesick teenagers. Small kisses and laughs were exchanged the entire time, making the moment one to last a lifetime. You stayed in the lake until the sun started to go down and when you could feel your hands getting pruney as you interlocked it with Aaron's.

You shivered lightly as the warmth from the sun started to dwindle, being replaced by the chilliness from the water as it became more shady in the sky.

"Come on, baby," Aaron said as he swam in your direction. "Let's get you inside."

You nodded your head as Aaron grabbed your hand in his and started to pull you along gently in the water back towards the shore.

The two of you got out of the lake water, your clothes clinging to your body, making them look three times their normal size. You crossed your arms over your chest for warmth as you started to walk back to the house.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Aaron shed himself of his shirt. He draped it over his shoulder as he ran a hand through his soaked hair, water droplets rolling down his toned chest. Your breath hitched in your throat at the realization that this was the first time that you had seen him without a shirt and the fact that he was a lot more gorgeous than you could have imagined. Not that you didn't expect anything less, but for him to look that good was almost mind boggling to you.

You kept glancing at him as you walked; the way his damp jeans hung low around his hips, the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed, the way that the last glimmer of sunlight cascaded over his body.

The two of you walked back up the deck, kicking off your soaked shoes as you stepped.

"I'll be right back," Aaron said as he tossed his shirt over the deck railing to dry. "Going to run in and grab some towels." You nodded and watched the way his back muscles contracted as he walked, taking note of how broad his shoulders actually were.

Aaron came back quickly, holding the two towels in his hand. He came over to you, stepping close, almost boxing you in. His fingers ran over the hem of your shirt and he nodded his head in an upwards motion. "Let's get this off you. Don't want you to catch a cold, love," he said softly. You lifted your arms up, your shirt being tossed next to Aaron's on the railing, leaving you in your bra and leggings. He draped the towel over your shoulders, rubbing small circles around it to dry you off.

Aaron's eyes darted to your lips and as much as he tried, he couldn't help but have his mind wonder. Wonder what those lovely lips could do, how the moans he was becoming more and more desperate to hear would slip through those lips, how it would feel to have you sucking him off as he fucked your face.

Aaron slowed his movements, his eyes looking back at you. The tension was palpable and it felt as though it was going to explode at any moment.

You felt it too. There was something about the deliberate way he was looking at you, as if he felt the way that you were aching for him.

"Y/N," he whispered, bringing his head down as he nipped on your earlobe. His hands so delicately rubbed the towel along your shoulder, pulling down gently on the straps of your bra. His fingers trailed down your arm, his eyes searching your gaze.

You hooked your fingers into the loops of his jeans and pulled him against you, the need to have him taking over. You stood up on your toes and brushed your lips against his. You ran your hand up along his abdomen, feeling every line that defined him. "Aaron, I need you," you whispered, trying not to make your voice come out as a whimper as you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Aaron had never felt more aroused in his life. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, feeling as though he would never get out of them fast enough and would continue to feel restrained.

"How bad do you need me?" he muttered, sucking and kissing on the curve of your neck as his hand rested on the small of your back. His hand moved down further, squeezing your ass harshly.

You bit down on your bottom lip, stifling the guttural moan that was sure to escape out in the open for anyone else in the other rental houses around you to hear. You leaned your head back as he moved to place more kisses down your neck and chest and you let out a sigh in pure ecstasy. "So fucking bad, Aaron."

Aaron groaned at your response and crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising pace. It was hot, desperate, and full of need. He walked the two of you back towards the house, cupping your face with his hand as he fumbled for the sliding glass door with the other. He opened it, taking careful steps as he guided you into the rental home as he continued to kiss you with such fervor, you were feeling lightheaded from the contact.

He reached behind you and shut the door, tossing the towel that had remained around your shoulders across the room. He pushed down the remainder of your bra, exposing your breasts to him. He pulled away from the kiss, panting from the intense way your lips were attached to his. Glancing down at your chest, you saw his throat bob and a small groan left him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned. He pressed you back against the glass door, the coolness shocking your bare back. He brought his one hand up to your breast and began to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers as he went back to leaving marks on your neck. You heard his hand slap next to your head as he leaned against the door, as if he didn't have the strength to hold himself upright. "Can't believe you've been holding out on showing me these beautiful tits of yours," he whispered.

"I wasn't holding out," you said, resting your head against the glass door as Aaron continued his assault on your breasts. And you hoped for two things; one, that no one could see into the house being that you were pressed against the glass door and two, that the glass door could handle the weight of the two of you leaning against it.

Aaron brought his mouth down to your nipple and swirled his tongue around the hardending bud. You gasped at the contact, bringing your hand to the back of his head as you pulled on his hair gently. And judging from the noise he made, he was definitely a fan of you pulling on his hair.

He reached down and looped his hand behind the back of your knee, hiking your leg up around his waist as he brought his mouth to your other tit. He pressed his hips in between your legs and you felt how hard and ready he was through his damp jeans.

"I've been waiting to ruin this pretty little pussy of yours ever since I realized how fucking special you are. Just how hot you are," he muttered against your skin. He thrust his hips forward and you felt a jolt of pleasure roll through you. Even between the layers of soaked clothing that separated your  bodies, you could feel the way you were soon to be dripping because of Aaron's words and actions.

"Aaron," you let out breathlessly. He released your tit from his mouth and looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust.

"Yeah, baby?" He ran his fingers gently down your cheek as you watched his chest rise and fall erratically.

"Fuck me, please," you begged. You arched off the door, grinding lightly against his cock. "I can't wait any longer."

"Whatever you want, Y/N," he murmured, pulling you against him and devouring your mouth once again with his own. He grabbed your other leg and picked you up as you threw your arms around his neck.

He walked the two of you down the hallway, practically slamming you against the wall as he took a second to adjust his grip on you as your bare chests pressed together .

Heavy breathing and small moans filled the air as Aaron moved his hands to your ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze. You gasped before letting out a light laugh in amazement at how he was making you feel.

Aaron took you off the wall and continued to walk towards the bedroom, peppering kisses along your jawline. "Fucking beautiful. Just fucking perfect, I already know," he said in between the messy kisses.

Before you knew it, he was tossing you onto the bed, causing you to bounce on the mattress. You caught your bearings and propped yourself up on your elbows. You tried to catch your breath, watching as Aaron's eyes trailed down your half naked body as he ripped off the belt from his jeans, the veins in his arms protruding. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, kicking the damp bottoms off of his legs, leaving him in only his boxers.

"Y/N," he said quietly as he practically dove on top of you, hovering himself over you as he kissed you gently on the lips, sliding his tongue in your mouth briefly. He broke the kiss, looking down at you with a serious look on his face. "You're sure you want to do this?" he asked.

You ran your hands along his back, nodding vigorously. He brought his hand up to your chin and tilted it upwards to place another kiss on your lips. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," he said softly, looking to see if there was a sliver of doubt on your face that this is what you wanted.

"Aaron, baby, I swear. I don't think I've wanted anything more in my life," you assured,  pecking him on his nose.

He let out a sigh of relief and hung his head low, resting it on your shoulder for a brief moment. "Thank the fucking lord," he grumbled, kissing you deeply. He broke the kiss and stood up on his knees in between your legs. He hooked his fingers into your pants and tore them off your legs, along with your panties, baring your all to him. He groaned loudly at the sight of you and he was pretty sure he could have come on the spot with how fucking goregous you were. "Because I am going to lose it if I don't find myself buried inside of you relatively soon."

Aaron ran his hand up your leg, going from your ankle to your thigh before moving it to the in between your legs to where you wanted his attention the most. He swiped a finger in you, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. "All this for me?" he said smugly as a smirk curled up at the end of his lips.

You nodded your head, fisting the sheets below you in anticipation. Aaron thrust his finger into you, causing you to whimper lightly at the contact. He watched in amazement at how responsive you were, how your chest was heaving with desire as he curled his finger in you at a delicious pace.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, Y/N," he grumbled as he reached up to grope your breasts again at the same time he added another finger to your soaking pussy. He rubbed your clit in such a way that you swore you would be seeing stars.

The wanton moans and short breaths that were leaving you was music to Aaron's ears as his fingers continued to fuck you. You clenched your walls around his fingers, desperate to find your everbuilding release. Aaron groaned at the contact as you saw his eyes practically roll in the back of his head from the pleasure.

"God, Y/N. You're doing so great, baby. Absolutely perfect," he praised. You felt the heat growing in between your legs, your arousal starting to seep out of you. Aaron continued his movements on your clit, a third finger being added to your aching core.

Aaron halted his movements on your body and you almost were ready to kill him from stopping. But when you saw him adjust himself in between your legs, wrapping his broad arms around your thighs to get a better grip, you figured you could forgive him when you felt his tongue swipe up your slit, deliberately slow.

"Holy shit," you moaned out, your hand going into his hair as your hips jerked from the contact. The deep vibrations from his throat sent shockwaves through your core as he continued to lap you up, taking in each and every inch of your pussy.

"All mine," he murmured as he continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit. He adjusted his grip on your thighs and pulled you even closer to him, his face being fully pressed into your pussy.

"Yours," you repeated softly. "God, Aaron, I'm yours." Your back arched off the bed as you fisted the sheets tightly next to you, your knuckles turning white.

"You taste so fucking sweet. So delicious." He brought a finger back into you, working in tandem with his tongue to drive you closer and closer to your high. "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted this, Y/N," he said as he looked up at you from between your thighs. You saw how his nose and chin glistened from your arousal, the sight instantly turning you on more. He kept working you with his finger, swiping his tongue across his lips to catch the bits of you that were dripping down them. "Do you know how many times I've jerked off to the thought of you? Like this? Crumbling underneath me. You don't know the power you hold over me, baby. And I promise that after tonight," he said as he propped himself back up on his knees, "you'll know just how fucking crazy I am about you."

You felt the white, hot daze bubbling inside you, the dam threatening to burst at any moment. Aaron reached for your hand and pulled you up gently, placing your hand on his on his boxers over his throbbing cock, all the while continuing to finger fuck you. "See how bad I fucking need this?" He pressed your hand into his cock and you wrapped your hand around the outline of it, giving it a squeeze. Aaron groaned loudly, louder than anything else you had heard tonight. "Holy shit, Y/N. Fuck," he breathed as you palmed him gently in his boxers. "Come, baby. Come on my fingers so I can finally fuck you like you deserve."

You clenched around his fingers as your orgasm shot through your body, the feeling rushing through you faster than you had expected. Aaron's words, his cock, his fingers- all of it pushed you over the edge. You laid back against the bed, trying to catch your breath as you swiped away some of the beads of sweat that developed on your forehead. Aaron guided you through your high, his finger gradually slowing down its movements.

Once he removed his finger from you, he brought it up to his mouth and sucked it clean. You were almost convinced that you could have come again from the sight of this man in front of you- Aaron Hotchner- cleaning your cum from his fingers.

"You did so well, pretty girl," Aaron assured as he hovered over you again. He pressed his hips into your thigh, his cock rubbing harshly against you. "Fuck, I need to be in you." You nodded your head and leaned forward, running your hands down his chest to his boxers.

You pushed them down, revealing Aaron's cock. And you clenched your thighs together from the sight. Large, hard, and the head leaking with precum. Aaron kicked off the boxers the rest of the way and dragged the head of his cock along your folds.

You reached down, stroking his cock a few times. He hung his head down low, biting down gently on your shoulder. "Baby, you're going to be the absolute death of me, aren't you?"

"If it means you get to fuck me senseless," you breathed, kissing his temple down to his jaw, "then I'll gladly take it."

"God, you're perfect," Aaron said softly. He pushed into you gently, his cock finally inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders, running your nails along his back.

"Oh, Aaron," you moaned as he pushed into you further, completely burying himself inside you.

"You're so fucking tight around my cock, Y/N. Almost as if you were made just for me. Just for me to fuck your gorgeous body," he moaned as he stayed still for a few moments, letting you get used to him.

He filled you perfectly, stretching you out in the best way possible. You squeezed onto his shoulder and pressed your lips against his. "Please move. Do something, anything. I just want to feel you inside me."

Aaron returned the kisses and started to move his hips, slowly at first as he practically removed his entire cock from you before slamming back into you. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, your groans being matched by one another as Aaron pounded into you.

You felt the familiar knot leading to your climax start to build as Aaron moved faster. You rolled your hips to match his thrusts, clenching your walls around his cock a few times solely for the fact that the guttural moans and breaths leaving his throat became your new favorite sound.

"Taking me so well, baby," he grunted as he interlocked his hand with yours. He lined your jaw with kisses as he continued to fuck you. "So perfect."

You saw as his forehead became beaded with sweat, his already damp hair flopping down onto his face. Aaron squeezed your hand in his, bringing his free hand down to your clit to provide some more friction.

"Come around my cock, Y/N. Be the good girl that I know you can be," he murmured into your ear.

Once again, you found yourself reaching your climax, Aaron's name becoming a yell across your lips. You held onto him for dear life, letting him fuck you harder, faster to chase his own release.

As his thrusts grew more sporadic, you threw your head back into the pillow, your chest rising and falling.

"Fuck," Aaron groaned as he came, his cum mixing with yours inside you. The feeling of him completely filling you for the first time was something that you would never forget and couldn't wait to do again.

His body gradually became still, resting his body weight half on top of you and half on the bed while he remained in you. He squeezed your hand again as you felt him trying to catch his breath on top of you, just as you were doing. You ran your hand lazily through his hair, feeling an overwhelming sense of tiredness from your body.

"That was-" Aaron muttered, his head turned away from you.

"Fucking phenomenal," you laughed lightly. Aaron turned his head towards you and smiled widely, his hair all messed up and his glasses lying crooked on his nose. You reached over and adjusted his glasses, positive that you had some goofy looking smile on your face as a result of you and Aaron finally having sex.

He leaned forward and pecked your lips once, twice, three times before removing himself from you. All at once, you felt empty without him as he started to get up out of bed. He tapped his finger on your nose and smiled. "Be right back."

"Hurry," you chuckled, stretching out your bare body along the bed.

Aaron came back a few moments later with a rag and wiped down the inside of your thighs, cleaning the remnants of the cum that lingered. "Feeling okay?" he asked as he peered up at you over the rim of his glasses.

"Never better," you assured as you slipped your body underneath the covers since he was done cleaning you.

"Good," he said with a smile. He got rid of the towel before coming into bed next to you, wrapping you in his strong embrace. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and ran his fingers along your spine. "You sure you're okay?"

You hummed in content, nuzzling against his chest. "I'm perfect, Aaron." You felt your eyelids growing heavier as the exhaustion crept up on you.

"Get some rest, pretty girl," Aaron whispered into your ear. He continued to rub your back, watching as your breathing steadied as you drifted off to sleep.

He couldn't wait to wake up in his arms, seeing you in all your bare, naked, morning glory.

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authors note:

hello! long time no see :) hope you all are doing well!

just wanted to say thank you for your continued support. it means a lot! and i also wanted to let you guys know that (although they haven't been frequent at all lately) my updates aren't going to be as steady as they have been in the past because of student teaching and school. HOWEVER, i'm making it my goal to get a chapter out every week to a week and a half. so bear with me haha

love you all! see you soon :)

-jordyn

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[dudeandduchess]

Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, NSFW Series) [Chapter 1]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married. To make matters even more difficult for them, they were from two different walks of life, with (Y/n) being the Prime Minister’s daughter, and Kyōjurō being the heir to his clan’s Yakuza group.

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Dirty Talking

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Hot and heavy breaths meshed together in hefty puffs, as needy hands traced every contour of (Y/n)’s body beneath her dress. She felt fingers digging into her left thigh, and a few others pushing her panties aside— just so they could trace up her wet slit, before toying with her sensitive clit.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth then, which was soon followed by another needy kiss from her partner— a cute blond that had been eyeing her from across the party that they had been at. He was so smooth with his words, and that laugh of his felt like it had melted her panties right off earlier— so it didn’t take long for her to give in and follow him up to an empty room on the second floor of the mansion.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” The man rasped against her mouth, before nipping at her bottom lip and tugging on it lightly; which caused a tingle to shoot up her spine. “You better remember my name, baby, since it’s the one that you’ll be screaming until morning.”

That had (Y/n) opening her eyes a little, feeling her snarky attitude come to her with some clarity, since she didn’t even have a clue as to what his name was.

However, she was beaten to the punch when the blond pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips, before trailing kisses down her jaw— eventually biting down on her neck, which had her moaning. Especially since he had partnered that bite with his fingers pinching her clit.

“Kyōjurō. Rengoku Kyōjurō. Say it for me, baby.”

“Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) gasped out, inadvertently arching her chest up into him when he began tugging on her clit. And, as if that wasn’t already overwhelming enough, he slid his fingers down to her entrance and began to push a finger inside her— groaning at how tight and wet she was because of him; for him.

She was so blissed out by his actions that it hadn’t sunk in that she was laying in bed with the next heir of the Rengoku Group— the biggest Yakuza clan in the Kanto region. And, little did she know, that her negligence was going to come back to bite her in the ass sooner rather than later.

The blond then curled his finger up against her g-spot, watching (Y/n)’s face as it twisted up in pleasure— as one of her hands reached down to grab hold of his wrist.

Instead of getting offended, a smirk crawled up onto his lips as he pulled his finger back from inside her; all so he could add in another digit. That motion had her moaning aloud, with her hips bucking up into his hand; which more than stroked his ego, and made his cock throb even harder in his pants.

“You like my fingers inside you, baby?” Kyōjurō cooed, smirking all the while, as he kept on with thrusting his digits up against her g-spot. “Just wait until it’s my cock fucking that cute little pussy of yours.”

However, before Kyōjurō could even take his free hand and unzip his pants, his phone began vibrating in his back pocket— making him click his tongue in irritation, as he regretfully looked down at his flushed bed partner.

He knew full well who she was, which had surprised him when she had accepted his less than subtle advances throughout the night. He had always thought that she was a goody two shoes, what with her steering clear of any unsavory headlines— since her father was the current Prime Minister of the country; but it appeared that he shouldn’t have judged her so quickly.

Regretfully, he sat back up on his haunches, gently taking his fingers out of her cunt and bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean— which had (Y/n)’s eyes widening in surprise and arousal at the sight.

In turn, he gave her a big grin, as well as a cheeky wink, before fishing his phone from his back pocket. “This better be important.”

The young woman took that phone call as a sign that their little rendezvous was coming to a close, albeit with neither of them being remotely close to orgasming. It was frustrating as hell, but it couldn’t be helped— since she also knew what it was like to have priorities other than your own pleasures.

So, gingerly, she sat up on the bed and swung her legs off the side of it— making sure to avoid hitting the man that had been pleasuring her a mere few seconds before. But, before she could get up and dismiss herself, she felt his hand on her thigh— as he leaned in to brush a kiss against her lips; one that began as a soft and light one, that gradually delved into something deeper; his tongue snaking into her mouth and coaxing hers out to play.

That was, until she overheard the words “boss” and “group” coming from the phone that was still pressed to his ear.

And it was only then that it came crashing down on her: her bed partner wasn’t just any normal, handsome man. He was far more dangerous than that, and she wanted to kick herself for not realizing it any sooner.

Because if she got caught with him, it would spell such a huge scandal for her father. He could potentially lose his job, all because she had been too neglectful.

Cold fear washed over her then, and she immediately jerked herself away from him— even slapping his hand off of her thigh— which obviously irked Kyōjurō; judging by the way that his eyebrows furrowed together, as he pinned her beneath his fiery gaze.

(Y/n) wasted no time then, not even giving him another glance as she got up off the bed and quickly slipped her shoes on; chalking the night up as some fever dream that she never wanted to revisit again.

As much as she hated judging others right off the bat, the Rengoku Group’s reputation was notorious enough to land her on the front page of a tabloid— or worse, a gossip rag. And that was the last thing that she wanted to happen, as she had worked so hard to keep her image so squeaky clean that she appeared so boring to the media.

It was the consequence of having a father who ran an entire country, after all.

The moment the door closed, however, Kyōjurō felt irritation bubbling up within him; something predatory in him being stirred up— especially at the memory of her slapping his hand away.

Still, he kept on listening to his father’s secretary— whom had kept on prattling about useless things, which shortened his fuse even more.

Normally, he would have been very indulgent, but being shut down the way he had been was making him feel less than lenient. “Can you get to the point, Matsutaka?”

“I- yes, sir!” The other man all but squeaked at Kyōjurō’s curt tone, before continuing, “The boss is summoning you tomorrow at seven in the morning; so you can meet your omiai partner.”

The blond couldn’t help but feel fed up at the news, even though his father had kept on reminding him that he was trying to work out a suitable marriage arrangement for him. He couldn’t care less about that before, since his heart hadn’t been set on marriage yet; and even more now that his attention was piqued by the woman whom he had beneath him minutes ago.

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Not wanting to stay there for longer than necessary, (Y/n) made her way back down the stairs— after ducking into one of the bathrooms on the second floor, and straightening herself out as much as possible— and melted back in with the crowd; faking smiles, and taking a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiters.

She knew that she just had to fake feeling faint with her earlier group of acquaintances, and she could go home without being it construed as rude.

So, she made her way back towards the same old ladies— hearing them still gossiping about some other unfortunate woman— and deciding to just hold her comments by taking idle sips of her champagne.

“You’re back already, (L/n)-sama!” One of the women exclaimed with a smile, eliciting a polite smile from (Y/n) in return.

“Oh yes, I was feeling a little faint and had to get some fresh air.” Which was a complete lie, as she had been pinned under such a beautiful man earlier, but no one needed to know that.

One other woman laid a hand on her arm, under the guise of sympathy, which had her skin crawling from the clammy skin lingering on hers. But she said nothing, and only smiled further— even batting her eyelashes at the obviously two-faced women.

(Y/n) had no doubt that she had been one of their topics when she had excused herself earlier. It was just how these social circles worked; and she was more than well-versed in that world’s language, having grown up in it and all.

She was just about to thank the women for their ‘heartfelt’ words, but she caught sight of a head of fiery blond hair coming down the stairs from the second floor— all while adjusting the blood red tie that matched his eyes— and felt her heart begin beating faster in her chest.

No one could know that she had even looked his way for the night, because to let everyone know that would be more trouble than her almost-orgasm was worth.

“Ah, but I still feel a little under the weather. So I might be bowing out early for tonight,” The young woman tried for her sincerest tone, but only barely managed to be convincing— what with her mind being solely focused on the blond that was steadily making his way through the crowd.

And, to make matters worse, he was heading right for her with a predatory glint in his eyes.

[levi-ish]

Little Talks | 3

Pairing: Bartender!Levi X Reader

Genre: [+18] Slice of life, drama, romance, fluff, smut

Words: 4k

Warnings: Alcohol, cheating mentions, drugs, cussing

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You [18:21PM]: idk what to wear, help!!!

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:21PM]: u dont need to go all fancy, its just us.

Sash [18:22PM]: wdym??? Its my bday bitch, fuck yea go all out. i am wearing my best dress.

Annes [18:23PM]: whats the point if ur gonna throw up all over it

Sash [18:23PM]: im gonna be hot, that’s the point.

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:24PM]: where are we going again?

Sash [18:24PM]: that same bar from ur bday, (y/n) suggested it

Annes [18:24PM]: my friend works there

You [18:25PM]: ur friend? Jean?

Annes [18:25PM]: yea, we had chem together last semester. hes rich.

Sash [18:26PM]: ohhh I remember him hes the hot bartender. didnt (y/n) make out w him?

You [18:26PM]: wtf i did not

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:26PM]: he was kinda cute

Sash [18:27PM]: ok im gonna shower

Annes [18:27PM]: aren’t we gonna meet at 9?

Sash [18:28PM]: it takes long to look this good also nic is bringing my present and I wanna look good for him

You [18:29PM]: aww cute

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:29PM]: just finishing up some work then im getting ready

You [18:30PM]: are we meeting in the front or are we carpooling?

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:30PM]: annie said armin was going to pick us up

Annes [18:31PM]: he is

You [18:31PM]: see you there then

You took a last glance at the mirror, adjusting your hair so not one strand would be out of place. Two sprays of perfume on your neck and inside your tan sweater and you were ready, running your hands through your skirt to eliminate any wrinkles as you sat on the sofa and scrolled through your phone as you waited for your friends to pick you up.

It took longer than usual to get dressed tonight; you wanted to look good. After the drunken rendezvous with Jean and Levi, you felt too ashamed to come back to the bar, but something inside you bubbled in warmth when you thought about how those strong arms held your hazy frame, holding you close and breaths mingling together…

A honk from outside took you away from your thoughts and you shook your head, grabbing your keys and leaving the apartment.

You entered the white car and found Annie and Armin on the front seats, saluting you as you hugged Mikasa that was sitting in the back.

“Where’s Sasha?” you asked and Annie looked over her shoulder.

“She said something about her present taking a little longer, but she’s joining us later” you nodded and hugged your body as you watched the outside run by while Armin drove carefully.

The drive to the bar wasn’t long, but every little second seemed to last ages; heart pounding inside your chest and hands slightly shaking as they hugged your body. Armin and Mikasa were making small talk as you kept on thinking about Levi, and how everything changed the second he touched you. He surely was a handsome man, and you liked how he seemed to care even if it was in his own weird way.

As you arrived, Sasha was already waiting in the front and with her arms open to hug you three. Armin gave the girl a small hug and kissed Annie’s cheek before leaving you girls to enjoy your night. It was Friday, so the place was bubbling with people from the inside out, some smoking outside and some were at the door, drinking from their bottles as they talked about stuff and laughed loudly.

You were fading away slowly from the conversation as the girls talked about multiple stuff, you didn’t want to be like that, but your whole head was full of anxiety and thoughts about the short man, hoping to see those grey eyes and enjoy his presence from afar. Maybe you would even have the chance to apologize for giving him trouble.

Sasha led the way and found you guys an empty booth, sitting by your side as Annie and Mikasa sat in front of you, and your eyes kept wandering around, trying to spot him. You saw Jean, mixing drinks without any skill and the other person behind the counter, hair up in a ponytail and talking using a lot of hand gestures. You didn’t remember their name though; it was something like Zoey?

You offered to get their drinks and excused yourself to the counter, walking slowly as you kept looking around for just a sight of the man, unsuccessfully. Jean seemed to be busy so the other bartender found you and introduced themselves as Hange, getting excited over how the night was buzzing. You noticed how they exchanged some looks with the busy man, but didn’t make too much of it, ordering the first round of shots and beer for you and Mikasa — plus some hot wings for Sasha because you knew she would be hungry.

Hange handed you the beers and said they would get the other things ready for you at the table, so you went back to your friends.

“Hey, (y/n)” Sasha snapped her fingers in front of you and let out a small chuckle. “What’s up with you?”

“Huh?” You shook your head slightly, gripping the sleeves of your top in your palms. “Uh, nothing, just looking around.”

“More like looking for someone” Annie observed, keeping her hands in front of her mouth as she talked.

“Ohh, is it the hot bartender?” Sasha leaned on the table, watching your face closely.

“Jean or Levi?” Mikasa asked, letting out a small yawn.

Wait, what?

“How do you know Levi?” you frowned as Annie excused herself to go to the bathroom.

“You mean my cousin, Levi?” she crossed her arms over her chest and gave you a curious look. “The one who owns this place?”

Fuck, what?

Levi owns the bar?

Well, he was always the one to close the place.

Wait, fuck.

He’s Mikasa’s cousin?

That kinda made sense, at some point. He looked like Mikasa to some extent, same cheekbones and the same cold stare. God, now that you learned that new piece of information, things started to fit together more and more.

But the real question was, where is Levi?

“So it’s Levi then” Sasha pointed out, seeping on her beer while Hange came with the shots and placed them on the table with an excited screech.

“What are we celebrating?” They clapped happily, looking between you.

[…]

It started playing some Akon song when you guys downed your fifth shot for the night. Sasha was on her third plate of hot wings, stuffing her face while sauce accumulated on the sides of her mouth. Annie had that blush around her cheeks and was playing with a straw she put on her beer mug, twirling it around her fingers and humming to the rhythm of the music. Mikasa didn’t seem drunk at all to the naked eye, but the way she giggled from time to time was a signal that the alcohol was getting through.

You stopped looking a long time ago, knowing that Levi wasn’t around and wallowing in your misery wouldn’t do you any favors — you just hated that you had dressed at the thought of him being there.

The bar was already emptying, the buzz of conversations dissipating as you gulped the rest of your mug, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ah, there is my favorite client” you heard a voice approaching, turning right away to see where it was coming from only to find Jean already folding his black apron. “Ohh, Annie, you’re also here. Haven’t seen you since… chem? Still mad I cheated from you?”

The blonde rolled her eyes and sipped on her beer. “You’re lucky I didn’t snitch.”

“Don’t be like that” he smiled as he scooped closer to you, resting an arm around your shoulders. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your other friends, (y/n)?”

“That’s Mikasa and that’s Sasha” you pointed at them and they gave small waves.

“It’s my birthday!” The ponytail girl exclaimed, giving him a small full of sauce. “Put some wings on the house!”

“That’s not how it works” Jean smiled shyly, turning his attention on you. “Unless…”

The girls did the same, all staring between you two in confusion.

“Unless what?!” You frowned, pushing the empty mug forward.

“We can put it on lover boy’s tab. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” the ash blond man gave you a little jab with his elbow and a shake of brows.

You blushed profusely. What?

“Oh! You mean Mikasa’s cousin?” Sasha put a finger under her chin, looking as if she was thinking hard. “What’s his name again?”

“ARE WE TALKING ABOUT LEVI?” you heard a scream coming from the counters and all your heads turned at once.

Hange jumped over the wooden surface and rushed to your table, putting both their hands in front of your group.

“I heard… oof” putting a hand to their chest, they exhaled loudly, rubbing a droplet of sweat from their forehead as they scooted closer to Mikasa’s side, earning a confused look from the girl, “I heard we were talking about Levi.”

“Hey! It’s my birthday!” Sasha cleaned her hands with some napkins and pushed the small, stained bowl in front of the new bartender. “What about some wings on the house?”

Everyone gave the girl a quick glance.

“Oh, oh, oh! Jean!” Hange threw their hands in the air. “Is she the girl?”

“Huh?” You frowned, feeling blush creep onto your cheeks as small chills ran over your body.

“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” Annie asked and they shuddered their shoulders at the same moment it was almost comical. “Hm.”

“What do you mean ‘the girl’”? Mikasa played with the rim of her mug, biting her lip as she seemed to try to understand the situation.

“Jean’s been telling me things” the other bartender wiggled their brows at you teasingly.

“What’s even there to tell?” You now shifted in place, feeling annoyed. “God, he’s been a friend to me lately, what else?”

The ash blond licked his teeth and leaned over you, arm grabbing you closer to his body as he pointed at your nose.

“Makes sense, but at the same time, you’re the only girl Levi has been hanging around since he—”

With a hard slap on the mouth, Hange shut Jean before he could say anything else.

“JEAN!” they screeched, looking distressed. “Not your story to tell.”

With that, they stood from the booth and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt, giving you girls a big smile.

“We are closing in 20, I’ll bring another round of beer for you.”

“Wait!” Sasha stopped them and stood from the table; eyes desperate as the remaining people hanging around the bar. “What about the wings on the house?!”

Soon, you were finished celebrating, going over gossip and laughing about nostalgic moments you had spent together earlier in life, and cringing over some other memories, like when you hooked up with Reiner once, or how Mikasa used to fawn over Eren to the point she would even do his homework without asking twice.

After the last round, you split the bill and sang a short ‘happy birthday’ to the brunette that was kind of bummed because she didn’t get her so desired hot wings, and then everyone started to call their rides. Mikasa was sharing an uber with Annie since Armin must’ve been sleeping at the time and Sasha called Niccolo, since they still had to celebrate, she said — you had a feeling that he would have to cook another dish for her to compensate for the wings.

“Are you coming?” Mikasa asked you, tugging on her red scarf as she gathered her stuff from the table.

“No, I gotta go through my tab with Jean” you told them as they were standing, clearly flushed from the drinks. “You guys go, I’ll see you back on Sunday for brunch.”

Annie and Mikasa gave you another look to confirm if you were really staying behind and you just nodded with a small smile while Sasha ran to her boyfriend as he entered the bar, almost dropping him to the floor.

You were sure to stay, now feeling more sober since you didn’t drink as much as usual, still not over the hangover from last time — you became too intimate with your toilet.

“Take care” Annie pointed her chin at you, turning to leave.

Now there were only you and the last two bartenders present. Hange was cleaning some things while Jean yawned, looking half-dead as he threw some old peanuts in the trash. You walked there and sat on the small stool, giving them both a short grin.

“You’re still here? Jesus, woman, just go home” Jean snapped and Hange threw a rag at him.

“Don’t talk to her like that” they grabbed the rag from the floor and washed it on the sink before returning to their chores. “(y/n), is it?”

You nodded and they leaned back on the counter, too close to comfort.

“So, tell me. What’s your secret?” They whispered the last part, covering their mouth with the back of their hand as Jean rolled his eyes.

Leaning back from the fixated stare, you gave them an awkward smile, knowing exactly where the conversation would lead once more. The jukebox now played Bennie and The Jets as you tried to think of something to run away from the interrogatory.

“Are you being paid to work or to harass clients?” A familiar voice came from behind you, making you thank whatever god was above.

Hange and Jean rose their eyes and exchanged the same looks from the beginning of the night, making your whole body flush with the sudden heat. You tried to focus on anything else, too scared to turn away and find those grey eyes that you wanted so much to get lost inside; the same skin you once touched and felt under fingertips; the same hair that would tickle those thin eyebrows and complement the intense stare he always had stamped on his face, the—

“It’s 4AM, why are you still here?” He asked, now you felt the presence of his body behind yours and you were trapped. There was nowhere else to run.

Slowly turning on the stool, you licked your lips and rose your eyes, now gazing back at him, trying hard not to focus too much, knowing there was a possibility of a blush sneaking if you ever so slightly let your guard down.

Levi’s figure always surprised you. He had this big and strong aura going for him, even though he was about the same height as you; still, he was nothing short of muscles. The white shirt he was wearing hugged every inch of his skin so nicely it made your eyes wander around, trying to map out each of his muscles. His hair looked kind of wet, as if he had just gotten out of the shower and the slight scent of his cologne lingered around, and you took in every second of it to enjoy.

“Don’t you get tired of getting drunk?” He asked, raising a brow.

You felt a wave of heat running through your veins, but now with anger. Sure, you were buzzed, but not enough to be considered drunk anymore. You drank enough water for the past hours to be almost completely sober.

“I’m not even drunk right now” you snapped, turning back to the counter as the man scoffed behind you.

Jean threw a rag to the sink right in front of you and leaned between his arms, letting out a big yawn. “Ah! Finally done”

“Same here” Hange noted, taking off their apron and folding it, going to the backroom, Jean following right after.

It became deadly silent after the heavy door closed behind the bartenders. You could only hear yours and Levi’s breaths as he walked to the bar, crossing the counter and you did your best to avoid looking too much.

“You are dressed up” the man made a remark and you looked down at your clothes, adjusting your skirt as you sat.

“It was my friend’s birthday” you replied, tilting your head up just so you could be on eye level.

“What made you want to celebrate it in this shithole?” He furrowed his brows, leaning back onto the liquor shelves.

Levi never hid the fact that he didn’t seem to like the place. It made sense before, since you thought he was only an employee, but now that you learned that he owned the bar, things didn’t quite fit in.

“It’s a nice shithole” you said as you crossed your arms over the counter.

He kept his arms crossed for a while; eyes focused on your figure as if he were challenging you. Without any new expression, the man leaned down to the lower cabinets and grabbed an electric kettle, filling it with the sink water as you watched.

“You never told me you owned the place” you licked your lips as he started to heat the water.

Levi’s hands worked in the cabinet once more, grabbing a tea box and putting it right in front of you, and then searched for two porcelain cups that were just a little chipped around the rim, placing them next to each other and a teabag inside.

“You never asked.”

You watched as he grabbed two silver spoons and filled the cups with the now heated water.

“It’s usually something you don’t miss, you know?” Rolling your sweater sleeves up your elbows, you crossed your arms in front of your chest as the man put the small spoon inside a cup, pushing it towards you. “Normally, people would go like ‘hey, I own the place, drinks on the house.”

“You almost always drink for free” he furrowed his brows as he dabbed the teabag inside the cup a few times.

“That’s not the point.”

Hange’s face appeared from the creek of the backdoor, looking at you both who were now alarmed by the sound of the heavy metal.

“Leviiiii, just letting you know we are leaving” they said and the man just flicked his wrist as a goodbye, shooing them.

The man didn’t turn around, and you thanked profusely, because the look Hange were giving you was too creepy for him to see. They held both thumbs up and smiled before leaving.

Now that you were sure that you two were the only ones present in the whole establishment, you could feel your stomach turn inwards, anxiety taking over and nerves flowing through your bloodline. The man in front of you brought the teacup to his lips, sipping slowly and you noticed the way he held it by the rim. Funny.

“Why are we drinking tea?” You asked, looking at the clock only to see it was 4:43AM, and Levi didn’t look like he had any sleep.

He just stared at you through his hand, lowering the cup just a little for him to speak: “Because I felt like drinking tea.”

The commanding tone of his made chills run down your spine. You knew for sure you were blushing now, so you decided to grab the teacup to hide your face behind it, sipping slowly on the minty taste.

“You look nice” he said, taking you by surprise.

Your fingers suddenly felt numb. Fuck. Before you knew it, it was too late, and the cup was now a splatter of pieces on the counter. The liquid now stained your sweater in a wet spot, the hot tea burning the places where it hit your naked skin.

“Fuck” you let out a hiss. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”

Levi put down his own cup and a little panic showed on his face.

“Take the sweater off” he ordered, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and putting it under the sink, drenching it in cold water.

“W-What?” You looked up, skin still aching from the burn and now his choice of words added extra heat to your whole body.

“Jesus, you just fucking burned yourself” he said, jumping to the other side of the counter and showing you the handkerchief.

Not the time to think, you sighed as you took your sweater off, placing it on your side, leaving your dark bra exposed.

You tried covering yourself, knowing the situation was awkward enough already for you to care too much about it. You are an adult, he’s an adult, stop acting like a horny teenager, you thought to yourself as he offered you one of his hands.

Staring for a little longer, he let out a ‘tch’ and rolled his eyes. “Give me your hand.”

You followed his command and slid your fingers into his palm, feeling the warmth envelop you, even if the source was from a small part of your body. He held your hand and brought you closer, analyzing the positions before he could start working on your burns.

“Sit on the counter” he ordered again and once more, you followed.

Adjusting yourself on the cold surface, you gave your arm to him and felt his fingers slide along your skin, warm fingertips touching where the droplets of boiling water hit before, and a little flinch escaped from you whenever he found a new spot. He looked up, as if to see if everything was alright and you gave him a small smile, shaking your head.

“It’s not that bad” you affirmed and he furrowed his brows, lowering his gaze once more.

“That’s because of the alcohol” the man started dabbing the cold fabric carefully, watching every little movement of yours as he did. “Tomorrow, this thing is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

You chuckled at his remark as he held your hand closer to his chest, putting it above your knees in a position where it wouldn’t hurt to stay still. You took a moment to admire his marked features, watching every little move of his and wondering about those eyes, glad that they were focused on you.

Although Levi held this harsh front, he really seemed to care behind those big walls, and that was enough for you to fall.

“Sorry about your cup” you apologized, almost in a mutter, feeling shame crawl under your skin once more.

“It’s a stupid cup” he said, still working on your skin. “I can just get another one.”

“Still, let me pay for it” pursing your lips, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten just a little.

“That’s dumb.”

You sighed, “I keep giving you trouble, I want to make it up for you.”

He stopped the dabbing, looking up to find your piercing gaze already on his. Eyes shining under the dim lighting and silent surrounding you two.

“You’re not paying for the fucking cup” he rose his brow, staring deep into your soul, and now you were scared that he would learn all your secrets.

“I’m serious, Levi” you persisted. “I didn’t even thank you for taking me home the other day.”

“It’s fine” he stuck to his argument, but you also did the same to yours.

“No, it’s not. Must’ve been really annoying.”

“You were annoying, indeed” he let out and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Sure… but thank you, for… you know—taking me back to my apartment.”

You remember waking up the next morning to a box of Advil sitting on your bedside table, next to a big bottle of water and how warm your chest felt to feel like someone was caringly enough to do that for you. Even for someone who you’d recently just met.

“Stop with this sappy shit and let me work” he rolled his eyes and went back to dabbing the wet cloth on your skin, “you’re gonna get nasty scars if I don’t take care of them.”

Smiling to yourself, you straightened your arm again allowing him the full access to your skin and the man went back to his previous actions. The dawn was beginning to clear and sneak between the blinds, filling the whole place with clarity, and none of you felt tired, engulfing in each other’s company.

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[honestlyfrance]

Hi, for the prompts, I haven't seen Loki, but I heard something about the Sacred timeline, so I propose something with Aleatory, please 💚

Aleatory

pairing: sam/bucky

warnings: cursing

a/n: i haven’t seen loki too but thank you to @pianistwriter80 ​ for telling me what’s the sacred timeline <3 i also mixed this with another ask: “Sam and bucky meet before cw and help each other and fall in love throughout the movies and in the end instead of Steve leaving, sam and bucky leave and start a new life?”  hope you don’t mind, anon!

pre-cacw, post-catws!

masterlist / ask me prompts! / AO3

Sam Wilson’s voice was quite appealing, like a waterfall of vocabulary and poems, it’s smooth like wine down your throat, desperate to hear it like a drunkard for liquor. It’s so appealing that you’d find yourself starting an argument just to hear that voice boom, bounce against each wall, then go into a honeyed “sorrys” and “I forgive yous” in just a minute because his heart was just as golden as that tone.

That’s what Bucky Barnes wanted. For this man to scream at him, commit all his sins larger than God to his body. Mark all the insults and daggers into his bones like tattoos, never removed, faded only through the times. Like the criminal he was, make him beg for his life as if he wasn’t the assassin, as if he wasn’t the Winter Soldier.

Instead, what he got was Sam Wilson and a tea date in Amsterdam. In the middle of their game of cat-and-mouse, it was almost Sam’s birthday it seems, and all he wanted was peace, to let Bucky find himself before he comes home. And the way he says it, with that pleasant voice, it sends shivers down Bucky’s spine. Bucky wanted to hear what more words the man would say to him in that voice. Hopefully, pleasant ones.

“You know a lot about tragic people, huh?” Bucky asks one day, in the midst of Sam’s rendezvous to Steve. In St. Petersburg in some hotel room, Bucky’s sitting on the bed as Sam exits the shower, towel slung precariously around those holy hips. “How do you know so much about me?”

Sam didn’t even flinch, this just became a way of life. “I’m good, thank you,” he says, slipping on boxers he set on the bed under his towel. “Wait, no, sorry… long night looking for you. Didn’t hesitate to come here, I see?”

“No,” Bucky took his time letting Sam’s words sink into his body, like a second skin if you will. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Sam sighed, removing his towel and sitting on the edge of the bed across from Bucky. “I’m tragic. Kinda like you, but not to the extent. Steve doesn't understand people like us, but… I hope he does.”

Steve never did, but that wasn’t the point of the conversation. They had a silent agreement from then on, brought by the unexpected meetings and hushed conversations in hotel rooms: I’ll love and take care of you for you. We’ll heal each other. Sam gives Bucky the space he needs and distracts Steve away, while Bucky gives Sam reason to run around and find that purpose and adrenaline he needs. It’s symbiotic, and crazy, from an outsider’s point of view, but it does the job. Kinda parasitic, but Sam assures Bucky they’re benefiting each other.

It continues like this, never a final meeting in the dark, sneaking into windows and staying over for fries. Burger wrappers on the floor and accidentally sleeping on the couch or bed, scooting over to the side so the other could find a spot to sleep in, waking up alone the next day. It’s always like that for Sam. Hunting for the Winter Soldier was always like this, not that anyone else knew. No one should know he felt like flying instead of running whenever Bucky brings another board game for them to play.

Not that Sam ever knew, but Bucky stayed for the mornings. One time, in a motel in Romania, Bucky’s arm was slung over Sam’s waist, watching the pretty man snore quietly. The windows were shut and the blinds were closed, Bucky didn’t want anyone to see what’s inside the room. It’s foolish to think anything more could happen, but he liked to think that this was real. That Sam would wake up in his arms and say in his honey-dew voice, “Goodmorning, Baby” and maybe then Bucky would be whole, never having to hide away and could finally come back. Maybe his timeline would wound up to here, in some bed in Europe, saying that he adores Sam Wilson. Maybe that will always be.

He adores him. Love, even. Bucky Barnes fell in love with Sam Wilson in one and a half years, and to hear him think that, it’s not even surprising. All that he wants now is to hear that silvery voice tell him those perfect words.

Then Sam wakes up in Bucky’s arms. Bucky doesn’t know what to do.

They lie still, Sam facing Bucky with wide eyes in the dim light, looking like a model in those magazines in every fucking motel room, like a masterpiece, like night that always leaves you awake for some reason. Bucky still stares, but his lips quirk into a smile, a smirk if you will. It’s cute, Sam thinks, Bucky didn’t leave like everytime.

“In any case that you needed a reminder, every morning you leave,” Sam whispers under his breath, a grin of his own creeping up on him. “What made you stay this time?”

Bucky’s eyes trailed Sam’s lips. They looked quite kissable every morning, even more so this time. “You, I think,” he spoke. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

“Good,” Sam says, and Bucky raises an eyebrow. “I think that means you’re ready to come home now. You know, your definition of home, that is. You found something to love.”

Bucky wasn’t ready, but the idea of coming home to Sam didn’t deter him. He had a few things to settle still, and he told Sam. And they both promised each other that they’d come home to each other, no matter the consequences or situation, they’ll find each other again.

Another half a year later, they met on the battlefield. Another year, on another battlefield, then they died for five years and came back together on the field. It was as if they were always on the field, and Bucky’s heart warmed, because they didn’t find each other, the universe found them instead. It’s wonderful to think about.

When Steve decides to leave, Bucky made his way to Sam immediately, saying, “Come home with me.”

“What?” Sam asked, laughing. “Where to?” He says it as if he’s ready to give everything up for the man, and maybe he was.

Bucky smiled. “That shithead’s leaving, but I wanna leave with you before he does, so let’s get a car, go to Cali, then Thailand, then India, then wherever the fuck we land in Europe.”

“You thought this through, huh…”

“Nope,” Bucky’s smile is brighter now, and he grabs Sam’s hand. “Marry me in Amsterdam.” He kissed Sam’s knuckles with a fervent shake, as if he’s giving adoration to a deity. “I wanna come home to you.”

They went and left, to a better life for them without the tragedy and battlefields. Just their cute little home at a field in the outskirts of Amsterdam, that is.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

what do you say about 12 with trey? 👀

Trey Clover: 

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

What Riddle didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

How do you explain to your one best friend that you’re dating his other best friend? You were sure Riddle wouldn’t disapprove of yours and Trey’s budding relationship but it would be an awkward conversation, one you both didn’t feel like getting at it right away. You were still in the newer part of the relationship, not quite together but slowly inching towards the possibility of commitment and you both just wanted to enjoy the feelings while they were new. Was this a temporary thing or would something bloom? You didn’t know but you didn’t want to inform Riddle until things had solidified, until you and Trey were comfortable with others knowing.

“Hey, uh, Trey,” You awkwardly interjected into the conversation between him and Cater, waving at the cheerful redhead, “Riddle needs you for something.”

“Right. Sorry Cater, we can talk more about the cakes later.”

Trey followed behind you without question but is surprised when you take a sudden turn, pulling him into a storage room that he didn’t even know existed. When he sees the smile on your face in the dimly lit room he knows that you had told a little white lie to get him alone, craving his attention after a long day of classes where the two of you had to do your best to stay focused (if your grades slipped because of your newfound relationship, there’s no way Riddle wouldn’t off both of your heads). You’d never pulled him somewhere within the dorm before where you could be walked in on at any moment with the students constantly bustling about but Trey supposed there wasn’t any rule that said students had to flood into a storage closet at a certain time to interrupt a romantic rendezvous.

“You’re overthinking again~” You hummed, pulling Trey closer by his tie, “Don’t think. Just kiss me.”

Trey does just that knowing your kisses made even the worst day seem lighter, and today had surely been busy beyond belief. Being vice dorm leader was certainly no easy task and that remained especially true with someone like Riddle as the dorm leader, obsessed with perfection and keeping all things at the highest possible level. Trey didn’t fault him for wanting to keep things pristine but it could still get exhausting when he was the one who had to keep everyone in check so they didn’t send Riddle flying off the handle. Getting a moment to sneak away with you, even if it’s only for a minute or two, was a gift sent straight from heaven.

“So I heard you were talkin’ about cake?” Trey’s hands rested on your hips as your head laid on his chest, the warm embrace continuing even after the kiss had ended. “You should make me a little something too!”

“Don’t I always?” He certainly did, the little pastries you often found outside your door being evidence of that. “I should get back to Cater before he runs too wild. Sometimes his ideas… Just aren’t the most put together.”

“Running interference, huh?”

You exchanged a few more hurried kisses before you depart from the closet first, seeing that the coast was clear and turning to wink at Trey before shutting the door. He laughed as you departed like some sort of secret agent and followed your lead after fixing his tie, knowing if his outfit was even slightly askew Riddle would have something to say about it. As he exited he took a few steps back in Cater’s direction when he spotted the man in question walking towards him, Riddle by his side.

“Trey,” Riddle greeted with a nod, “I was looking for you. It’s time for evening tea.”

Trey caught Cater giving him a knowing look, setting him slightly on edge.

If Riddle had found Cater before Trey that could only mean Cater knew that you had lied.

Had Cater realized…?

“…A secret romance is totally cute,” Cater whispered in Trey’s ear as Riddle walked ahead of them, “Personally, I think the middle of the garden maze is way cuter place to meet up but to each their own~”

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Ruffled Feathers

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi Genre: Fluff, (Attempt at) Humor, Secret Relationship Word Count: 2.1k | AO3 Link

Synopsis: Fuyumi receives a plush toy of a certain Pro Hero as a gift from her students. No, it isn’t Endeavor. It isn’t her secret boyfriend, Hawks, either. Much to Keigo’s dismay, her students picked someone else, and it’s Edgeshot.

It happened on a Friday evening.

Keigo and Fuyumi agreed to meet for dinner at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant he frequented when he dropped by Musutafu. No one knew of their relationship yet, and it was the perfect location for a date night. The restaurant was quaint, unassuming, and situated in a discreet street mainly those who resided nearby visited. Fuyumi had loved it at first sight. She was surprised at how Keigo knew of it when she didn’t—she was the one who grew up in Musutafu while he was from Fukuoka! He explained how it was all thanks to his excellent sense of direction, and that led from one subject to another. Soon, it became a regular spot for their secret rendezvous. The food was outstanding, and it came to be their goal to try every dish on the menu.

Tonight, that would be karaage, which Keigo had been looking forward to all week.

The two of them sat in front of each other, waiting for their orders. As they chatted about the recent happenings in their lives, the item on the extra seat, resting beside Fuyumi’s bag, piqued Keigo’s interest.

“Hm? What’s that?” he asked, his eyes trained on the object in question.

“This one?” Fuyumi’s eyes lit up at the mention of the gift bag. She placed it on the table and explained, “I was quite surprised, but it’s a gift from the kids in my class.”

She unfolded the card attached to the handle and showed it to him. The message inside, scribbled by the class president, said: Todoroki-sensei, thank you for everything! We hope you like it! Signed at the bottom was the name of her homeroom class with a happy face beside it.

“Cute,” Keigo noted with a pleasant smile, mentally taking a guess why her students would give her a surprise gift. “Was there an occasion?”

“We had a talent show last week. I guess the kids had a lot of fun.”

“I’m sure they did,” he said and meant every word. He knew how much Fuyumi enjoyed teaching at the elementary school and thought it was nice to see her receiving love from her students.

“I’m curious to see what’s inside.” She began to unseal the washi tape on top of the gift bag. “It’s from the kids, though, so I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Keigo, who had received training provided by the Hero Public Safety Commission instead of formal education during his younger years, wondered what kind of presents school kids gave their teachers.

It was, however, the last thing he expected it to be.

Fuyumi peeked inside the bag and exclaimed, “It’s Edgeshot!”

His eyes widened in shock and alarm, taken aback. “E-Edgeshot?!”

“That’s right.”

“No way! Haha! You don’t mean that Edgeshot, right?”

“There’s no other Edgeshot other than Pro Hero Edgeshot, I think.” She laughed at what she thought was a joke he made and pulled the item out of the gift bag, showing it to him with a sunny smile. “Look! Isn’t he cute?”

He did as she asked and stared at it, unable to believe his eyes.

It was truly Edgeshot—in his chibi plush toy form.

And he, most definitely, was not cute.

“Fuyumi,” Keigo began with feigned nonchalance, except if his laser-like gaze could burn a hole through the plush toy, it would already have one. He wondered why, out of all the Pro Heroes in Japan, her students picked Edgeshot. The strain in his voice betrayed his bluff as he asked, “Do you like… Edgeshot?”

“He’s great, I guess? I mean, he is the Number Four Hero. The kids are fans of him and—”

“I’m Number Two, though,” Keigo bragged, puffing up his feathers. “Between the two of us, I’m the cooler guy.”

She nodded, chuckling. “Why, yes, of course. That’s right.”

He grimaced, unable to confirm if she agreed a hundred percent with him when she sounded as if she was placating a hatchling. A certain thought popped inside his mind, uncovering a silver lining in this dark cloud. 

That’s it! Keigo thought. That’s the reason why her students chose that as a gift!

“I see,” he declared with a clap of his hands, pleased with his epiphany, “do you, perhaps, collect Pro Hero merch?”

“Not really,” she replied, creating a fracture on his optimistic fantasy, “Well, I do have a few of Dad’s, of course.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“Huh?” He leaned back, startled, but refused to let go of his last shred of hope. “How about the merch of a certain Wing Hero?”

“Er, about that…” Fuyumi fidgeted in her seat, finally understanding what he was getting at. She returned the Edgeshot plush toy back inside the gift bag and reluctantly admitted, “I… don’t have any.”

Keigo felt as if someone had poured cold water on him. 

“Oh,” he muttered lamely. Wings fluffed up, he sent one of his feathers into his hands and preened it while staring into space. Yes, Fuyumi didn’t look like the type of person to collect Pro Hero merchandise. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen her with one, either. He was reluctant to admit it, but he was jealous. How come her students thought an Edgeshot plush toy was a more suitable gift for Fuyumi than a Hawks one?

“Here’s your karaage!” the waiter chimed in, set their orders in front of them, and refilled their tea.

However, even the karaage, which Keigo had been eagerly anticipating, did nothing to cheer him up.

“I’m so sorry, Keigo,” Fuyumi lamented, rousing him from his reverie, “It just… never crossed my mind.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” he replied, internally reproaching himself for making her feel responsible for his silly reaction. “Besides, even if you aren’t a Hawks fangirl, you’re my girlfriend.”

“That’s right, but I am a fan of you, though.” She picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of chicken from her plate between them, lifting it near his lips. “You’re my number one. Don’t be sad, please?”

Ugh, how come she knew just what to say to raise his spirits? His lips twitched as he opened his mouth and received her peace offering. The karaage was delicious. Most importantly, she said he was her number one. Nothing could top that. His bleak mood dissipated, and his face broke into a genuine smile, one that she returned with a relieved one of her own.

Still, Keigo couldn’t help but think about it later that night. Fuyumi had Endeavor merchandise, which was to be expected. As a matter of fact, he thought it was great how they had another thing in common. Now, however, Fuyumi had Endeavor and Edgeshot goods, but zero Hawks collectibles.

That couldn’t be. He had to do something about it.

A few days later, a package was delivered to the Todoroki abode. It was a large box sealed with ‘fragile’ tapes and addressed to Fuyumi. Written in the sender’s address was the Hawks Hero Agency in Fukuoka.

Truth be told, Fuyumi expected something like this to happen and had an inkling of what the contents of the box would be. Although it was unintentional, a pang of guilt remained within her mind for making him feel dejected during their long-awaited dinner date. When she arrived home that night, she did her research on Hawks’s merchandise and found out they were some of the most sought-after and top-selling products. The ones she had her eyes on would be a challenge to obtain. She was planning to hunt for a few, but if her hunch were correct, it would seem he had beaten her to it. He was a man who was too fast, she had to agree.

She transferred the box to her room and sat on the tatami. With its size, she believed it would take a while to get to each item Keigo included. Carefully, she unsealed it and was welcomed by the sight of bubble wrap—lots of it. Her suspicions were confirmed; the package was filled with Pro Hero merchandise—all of them the Wing Hero’s. They came in different shapes and sizes, and several of them even had their own boxes.

Fuyumi picked a random box and gasped. It was one of the items she was planning to scour the shops for: a Hawks Nendoroid. Beside it was a Hawks Pop! Vinyl Figure, a prize figure, and another box which had a shiny ‘limited edition’ sticker in front of it. He sent her a set of socks, too. She couldn’t decide if the pair based on the colors of this hero costume or the pair with red wings as its pattern was the cutest. There was also an oversized t-shirt with the characters for ‘Fierce Wings’ in front and an illustration of red wings at the back. In a smaller container, she came across various rubber keystraps, a few acrylic standees, and other small trinkets. The item that stood out the most to Fuyumi and made her laugh was the Hawks chibi plush toy, which she recognized was from the same line as the Edgeshot one she received from her students.

If anyone saw these, she had no doubt they would take her to be a diehard Hawks fangirl, but Fuyumi found she wouldn’t mind it. As Keigo told her last time, she was more than that—she was his girlfriend. The memory of him stating it with such conviction made butterflies flutter inside her stomach.

Soon, Fuyumi was down to the final product in the package which was a long black rectangular box. She untied the ribbon, lifted the lid, and set them aside. Cushioned inside it was a single crimson feather.

“A quill?” she murmured, twirling it between her thumb and index finger in scrutiny. “Wow, it looks so realistic!”

The quill, however, was untapered and unprepared for use. Perhaps, this product was one of those ‘do-it-yourself’ projects? Upon double-checking the package, though, she found no ink pot to pair it with. Even so, she had no complaints, especially since these were gifts from Keigo. Confused, she typed the words ‘Hawks Quill’ on an online search engine but found irrelevant results. Did Keigo send her a product sample to try out in exchange for an honest review?

Unless…

Fuyumi raised the feather in her hand closer to her face and blinked.

Would he really do something like that? She mulled over the question for a moment, her cheeks setting aflame when she came to the conclusion. He would.

“Can you hear me?” she whispered into the feather, suddenly feeling silly, “Or maybe not?”

The vane close to her lips swayed. It tickled her cheek the way his finger would when he caressed her face.

“Keigo, I just wanted to say thank you,” she paused, certain he was able to sense her, at the very least, “See you soon.”

Before cold feet could set in, Fuyumi pressed a soft and quick kiss to the feather. Her heart raced as she rushed to return it to the box. Overtaken by shyness, she covered her face with her hands and turned the other way, wondering if he felt it.

Endeavor and Hawks made their way to the entrance of the Hero Public Safety Commission. They teamed up for a short mission a few days ago and were back to report to the higher-ups.

Hawks, who had been chatting incessantly about pigeons, stopped in his tracks all of a sudden, causing him to lag behind.

Endeavor had grown used to Hawks’s odd behavior and antics, but he was, nevertheless, still vexed. He spun around and snapped his fingers in front of the younger hero’s dazed and flushed face. Hawks practically had hearts in his eyes, and he had spread his wings without realizing it.

What a distasteful sight, Endeavor thought. “What are you staring into space for?! Focus, boy! We are going to an important meeting!”

“I can’t.”

“And why the hell not, you fool?”

“I just got a kiss from Fuyumi.”

“What does that have to do with—” The words Hawks uttered registered in Endeavor’s mind. “Fuyumi?”

“My girlfriend.”

“You got a what from who? Which Fuyumi are you talking about? Answer correctly, or else!”

“I just got a kiss from my girlfriend…” Still in a daze, the gravity of the situation failed to strike Hawks’s mind. If it did, he didn’t seem to mind it much, having the nerve to smile at Endeavor as he continued, “Todoroki Fuyumi.”

The flames on Endeavor’s mask and hero costume flared. He grabbed the lovestruck Hawks by the collar and roared, “WHAT?!”

Notes: I wrote this because of what happened in Chapter 303. If you know, you know! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I hope this made you laugh—or smile, at least. Thank you for reading!

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The Cowboy - Part 9

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here.

Warnings: Jung Jaehyun is a cowboy, need I say more? (a bit of angst and drama, and it sometimes might feel like you’re reading a Nicolas Sparks book, so I’m told lol)

Word count: 2332

This series will be updated every Thursday and Friday.

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“Just one more,” you murmured, pressing your lips into Jaehyun’s before he could object.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, chuckling softly when he separated. “You’ll have me late if you keep this up.”

“It’s not even light out yet,” you complained groggily, your hands blindly searching for a place to anchor onto.

“That’s the point. I need to get home, so I’m back in time to start the day when dawn arrives,” he reminded, reaching for those travelling hands and taking hold of them.

Your eyes had since adjusted to the dim lighting in the bedroom, and you noticed the embers from last night hadn’t yet been put out within Jaehyun’s gaze. You stoked the fire a little more, shifting your leg to nudge his.

Jaehyun groaned. “You’re tempting fate, Y/N.”

“I’m attempting something,” you mentioned demurely and shook your hands that Jaehyun still held.

“Not even my Mum has made me turn up on that yard late, I’ll have you know. I can’t be having you ruin my good reputation.”

You pouted, but nodded the further your slumber rolled away and your mind became alert. Unhooking your leg from his, you sighed. “Your career is important. Go be the best cowboy you can be.”

“You’re so cute, you know that?” he breathed, grinning from your supportive statement.

“I aim to be everything you need,” you announced and Jaehyun, who had pulled himself to the side of the bed and reached for his jeans, halted his movement, glancing over his shoulder in thought at you. You reached for your hair, assuming he was taking in your abominable morning state. “What? Do I look ugly?”

“No. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.”

“You better go before my heart starts ruling over this head of mine and I take back about being supportive of your needs and aim to satisfy mine,” you confessed, and Jaehyun shook his head, discarding his attempt to leave and kicked his pants off.

Crawling back to you, he gathered you up in his arms, a giggle leaving you when his hands brushed along your sensitive sides. Once fully captured within his arms, he kissed you passionately.

“Even if I’m late, you’re well worth putting in the extra effort this morning with.”

After Jaehyun had gone, with a final kiss exchanged at your front door and a warning about not answering the door looking like that to anyone but him, you headed back to your bed, nestling in under the warm covers in just one of Jaehyun’s t-shirts.

You were extremely happy right now.

And had been for the past month too. Everything was working well. You woke up most mornings feeling warm and appreciated, kissing Jaehyun off to work before eventually getting up and starting your own. You so far had acquired two signatures of landowners in Blayne over your proposal for redevelopment and was certain you’d have three more by mid next week.

You had chosen to go this path first before confronting Mr Jung with your proposition. Word travelled all too easily in these parts for you to rely on what was spoken was kept confidential. Part of you hoped for this to happen. If you got enough people talking about the redevelopment positively, you believed that would shape the head of the town’s opinion too.

It was a gamble, though, and the longer you spent racking up other names and parts of the land as opposed to the one Pierce instructed you to get meant you would be running out of time to convince Jaehyun’s father if he initially rejected your proposal.

You had confidence in your decision.

And that confidence clearly shone in other ways now too. “You know, I haven’t seen you this dressed down since you came to Blayne, Y/N.”

Glancing up at May as you stopped in for lunch with Reg, one of the landowners you were meeting with, you laughed lightly. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“You finally look like one of us, is what she means,” Dorothy, from the table over, chimed and you grinned at her.

“Do I? I wonder how I managed that, being a city-slicker and all.”

“I don’t think it’s about how, but rather whom,” May concluded, and you bit your bottom lip, trying not to smile with the image of Jaehyun surfacing in your mind.

“We had it pegged that it’d be Avery,” Reg chortled, and you spluttered on the water you had taken in, looking up and apologising profusely. The older man held out his hand to May. “Well, it’s not him. Pay up.”

“Not my boy? Surely it’s him that has you enjoying Blayne. Out of us all, he’s the most understanding to newcomers.”

“Are you making bets on my relationship status?” you asked, and the patrons of the diner all chuckled in one way or another. “Well, I’m sorry May, but I’m not dating Avery.”

“You didn’t deny dating someone else,” Josie, the only waitress, piped up and there was immediate silence as everyone stared at you.

“I’m dating Blayne,” you answered cheekily, and they all groaned with protest. “What? Call me a sucker for what I’m trying to do out here, but this place has changed me.”

You left out the part about a certain cowboy that had as well.

Word travelled too fast around this place.

“Avery is disappointed, you know,” Jaehyun mentioned when he stepped through the front door of your home later that evening. You glanced up at his arrival, dropping your laptop onto the couch and moved into Jaehyun’s waiting embrace.

After kissing Jaehyun in greeting, you smirked. “Word sure doesn’t struggle to get around here yet mobile data does.”

“You completely ruled my cousin off your it-list. The elders are scrambling about trying to figure who’s left to catch your fancy.”

“Have they suggested you at all?”

Jaehyun grinned and shook his head. “Not Jung’s boy.”

“Because you’re so exclusive.”

“I’m destined to marry a Blayne Belle, apparently.”

“So you’re either going to wait another six years until Melody is legal or pick up Josie? I mean, she looks great for forty.”

“Don’t!” Jaehyun exclaimed, encircling your waist with his palms. They felt hot against your barely covered skin. “Where are your clothes by the way?”

“I’m used to the summer weather being removed by air conditioning in my apartment,” you admitted, gesturing to your singlet and shorts with a sly smile. “And this is more than what I had on when you last saw me.”

“Wicked woman,” he stated and went over to a panel on the wall.

You followed Jaehyun and pointed at it. “I tried to turn it on, but it’s ancient and doesn’t have any instructions.”

“You’d be lost without your damn instructions, wouldn’t you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, peering around him to inspect his efforts.

“Do you know where the toolbox is in the truck?” he soon asked, and you nodded. “Can you get it for me?”

“Why, are you going to be Mr Handyman instead of Mr Cowboy to me now? Perhaps Avery might be a better option after all.”

“Har-har. If you want to learn how hellish this summer is going to get in the countryside when the heatwave hits next week then-”

“Toolbox. Onto it!” you cried, dashing outside into the humid evening and over to Jaehyun’s truck. After spotting it nestled just behind the passenger seat, you went to reach for it but stopped, your eyes travelling to the papers sitting on the chair you had just leaned over.

Picking them up, you read the contents and returned inside with the toolbox in a daze. “Thanks, Miss City. I’ll have you feeling cool in no time.”

“Were you going to tell me about the rodeo tour?” you queried in a small voice a moment later, and Jaehyun stopped looking through the box for what he needed and up at you.

He shot you one of his lopsided smiles, though his eyes were hesitant. “You’re concerned already? The rodeo season is basically over for this year, don’t worry.”

“I know. This is for next season, but the qualifiers are tomorrow.”

“I was planning on telling you tonight.” Standing back up and wiping his hands on his jeans, Jaehyun gauged your expression. “You know I do them from time to time. Old Joey from the county over popped by and offered me a horse to ride. It’s a real nice horse, gave him a test-”

“What about Blaze? What will he think?” you cut in and Jaehyun frowned. “He’s your riding horse.”

“He’s a work horse. And horses don’t really get offended if you ride another. You’re being weird about this.”

“I’m just confused. This morning I woke up thinking this weekend we’ll be going to the farmer’s market and maybe ride over to the lake and take a swim or something. Now I’m going to be on the sidelines of some rodeo? What do they call them? Rodeo Bunnies? Don’t expect me to become one.”

Jaehyun laughed heartily, scooping you up into his arms in a warm embrace. “You’re coming?”

“Of course. I have to.”

“Why?”

“Why are you asking why? I’m supportive of your endeavours,” you answered, puzzled by the smile spreading Jaehyun’s lips out further. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like a girlfriend would support me?”

“Girlfriend?” you echoed and let out an awkward laugh.

“Is it more for you now, Miss City? A whole month of you and me having this secret rendezvous and you might be feeling something deeper than my skin for me, huh?”

“Do-don’t you have to fix the air-con? It’s hot in here.”

“Stifling.”

“And if you’re going to some rodeo thing, don’t we need to sleep early or something?”

“Are you flustered, Y/N? You’re awfully good at not answering my question.”

“What question was that now?” you diverted, slipping out from under his strong arms and over to the toolbox. “Which one do you need?”

“All of you. That’s all I need,” Jaehyun confirmed, coming back to your side, kissing the top of your head before taking the tool you held in your left hand and got to work.

You arrived on the Jung’s property around six the following morning, travelling in your car separately. Whilst June was aware of your ruse, and no doubt Avery had strong suspicions, Jaehyun had asked to keep your relationship on the low for now. At first, you had agreed. You had a job to complete and complicating that with personal affections could ruin your credibility.

Still, it was hard to keep your hands off of Jaehyun when he came out from his room above the stables. “Wow, you know I’ve been calling you a cowboy from day one because of the hat and boots but I didn’t realise just how much this shirt was missing from the picture until now.”

Jaehyun glanced at his rodeo shirt, tassels and all, before shooting you an embarrassed smile. “Get a real good look at it today, Miss City. I don’t dress up like this often.”

“Another reason why he’s single, I’m sure,” his father gruffly mentioned, patting his son on the shoulder. You realised the older man was proud for some reason. All this time, you assumed he only cared for Jaehyun by the level of work he did around the farm.

Perhaps that was because Jaehyun was adamant that was all he cared about. However, as you watched the interaction fondly, you realised the man had a lot of love for his son. Jaehyun mentioned he had been on the sure-fire track to going pro as a teen on the rodeo circuit last night. You wondered if Mr Jung wanted that for him and felt guilty for needing him to help on the farm.

Either way, it warmed your heart to see a nervous Jaehyun, and his father equally acting out of character for once.

“Don’t you go worrying about marriage for our son today,” June fussed, straightening out Jaehyun’s collar as you had been itching to do. She smiled up at him. “Come home in one piece.”

“Of course, he will. We can’t be having Y/N’s first rodeo dashed with any hospital visits,” Avery commented, arriving at your side and slinging an arm over your shoulder. “You and I need to do some talking about the earful I got from my mother last night.”

You giggled awkwardly. “I’m sorry about that.”

“You’ll be sorry when they start trying to hook you up with all the eligible men in Blayne. Dorothy is convinced you’d suit her boy, Jacob.”

Jaehyun snorted. “Y/N’s a little too high maintenance for Jacob.”

“Am I now?” you retorted, waving off Jaehyun’s parents who were staying behind to look after the farm. Hopping into the cab of Jaehyun’s truck and looking at Avery who got in after you, you scoffed loudly. “If I was too much high maintenance, I’d recommend we take my vehicle over this one. At least, I’d be convinced we’d get there on time, for one.”

Jaehyun glared at Avery’s somewhat stifled snort before patting the steering wheel of the truck. “Don’t you worry. This old beauty of mine will get us there with ease. It’s you we have to concern ourselves over.”

“Me?” you wondered, and Avery nodded. “Why me?”

“Rodeos are a whole other world, Y/N. I bet you won’t be ready for what’s about to happen.”

“It’s people riding horses and taking on cows or something with ropes. I’ve seen it on TV,” you assured the cousins, who looked at one another with loose grins forming.

“She’s not ready for this.”

“Nope. Not a chance.”

“Would you two just shut up, and Jaehyun, start driving. Watch me prove how-”

“Adaptable you are,” both boys chimed, and you rolled your eyes, trying not to smile as Jaehyun finally threw the truck into reverse and headed down the driveway towards your first rodeo.

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brother’s best friend (j.m.)

request: hiiiiii I love all of your other fics and was wondering if I could request one where you’re jj’s sister and dating john b and jj finds out??

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you didn’t love the idea of having to lie to your brother, john b, about your relationship with his best friend jj. but you also didn’t hate the thrill of having to sneak him in or out or tell little white lies in front of john b and the other pogues. 

it was obvious that with all these secrets and rendezvous, the longer it took to tell john b and keep it a secret from everyone, the worse the blow up of emotions would be when the truth finally came out. and that’s what scared you the most. 

maybe john b would forbid you and jj from ever being in the same room again, but it was your choice on who you could and couldn’t date, right? or you were afraid of losing that bond that you had with your brother because you two were all each other had since your dad went missing at sea. 

there were so many of these thoughts racking against your skull that you didn’t even notice jj tap lightly on the window in your bed room. your eyes grew wide quickly before glancing at your door and than back to him. he gave you the sheepish smile you had fallen in love with while you opened the window and he jumped through, landing with a thud on the ground. 

your face scrunched together at the noise and your body froze along with jj’s, listening for footsteps that weren’t there. thank god. a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in is let out and you playfully hit jj in the shoulder.

“do you wanna be murdered by your best friend tonight? or do you want me to do it first?” you asked, running a hand over your face. jj only chuckled, clearly not taking you seriously whatsoever. 

“murder me in what way?” jj asked with a smirk, his eyebrows raising up and down. you let out a laugh and rolled your eyes. how does he possibly make everything a sexual innuendo?

“i saw you wrote in the group chat that you weren’t planning on hanging out with the rest of the pogues today so i thought it would come over, seeing as the rest of them were going out for the day.” jj whispered innocently, shrugging his shoulders and helping himself to a spot on your bed. you quickly put a finger to jj’s lips to get him to be quiet. 

“see you later, (y/n/n)!” you heard john b yell out from across the house. you and jj waited in silence as you heard his van pull out of the driveway and the loud engine faded away. your once tensed body had relaxed at last and you gave jj a small smile.

“that’s sweet that you did that. but you should probably answer saying that you can’t just so no one gets suspicious, yanno?” you stated, running your hands through his blonde hair. he pulled his phone out of his pocket and responded to the group chat. 

“look. done. now can we chill out a little?” jj inquired, although he didn’t wait for an answer because he playfully tackled you to the bed and prompted himself on his palms to get a good look at you lying down. the chain dangling in front of your face would be the death of you. 

it wasn’t long until he leaned down, placing his lips on yours. no matter how many pecks, kisses, or makeouts you guys had, he still gave you butterflies. from under him, you let your hands freely roam his body, light tracing over any crevices. your right hand soon found a permanent spot at the nape of his neck, letting your fingers lightly tug on his hair. 

this moment could’ve easily lasted forever and you wouldn’t even notice. however, it ended when jj pulled away, slightly out of breath and looking into your eyes. 

“lunch break?” jj asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. you couldn’t help the smile that overtook your own face before nodding and following his lead off the bed. 

you made your way to the door first and with a little hop in your step, walked towards the kitchen. it was almost inevitable, but jj couldn’t help himself from smacking your ass as you walked in front of him. this obviously let a little squeal and giggle leave your mouth. 

“the fuck?” this was possibly the last voice you thought you’d hear and last one you wanted to hear after jj hit your ass. 

both of your heads snapped towards the front door to see sarah, pope, kiara with surprised but scared faces as they stood behind a fuming john b. 

you felt your body go slightly numb from the amount of trouble you knew you were in but also felt your hands sweating that if john b were to find out, it was of course after he saw his best friend slap his little sister’s ass. classy. 

“what are you doing home? y-you guys were supposed to be out.” you asked, your voice slightly shaky and your eyes wide. only silence followed as you could practically see fumes leaving your brother’s ears.

“this is exactly what it looks like.” jj clearly stated, nodding his head, frozen in fear. you gave jj a what the fuck? face and slapped him on the chest. 

“what is this?” john b asked, waving his pointed finger back and forth between you two. 

“do you actually want me to answer? because i feel like there’s no way you’re gonna wanna hear the truth.” you answered, giving your older brother raised eyebrows. for some strange reason, your fear quickly turned into slight anger. this emotion change was weird because he had every right to be angry with you two because you two shouldn’t have kept this a secret from him but yet again, he can’t control who you date. 

“out of all guys, you gotta choose my best friend?” john b asked, sounding still angry but slightly hurt. you hadn’t really thought of this that maybe he would feel like you were taking his best friend away from him and that his best friend would be taking his little sister away from him. 

“it just kinda happened. i really really love your sister, but nothing is going to change the friendship we got, man.” jj answered sympathetically, taking a couple of steps towards john b cautiously. 

“shut the fuck up. love? you told me last week that you went home with some touron and hooked up with her. how is that loving my little sister?” john b responded, his face becoming slightly redder and his voice rising. 

jj quickly put his hands up in defense. “that was a lie! i didn’t go home with anyone. we just couldn’t let anyone find out that we were together or someone would get suspicious so we kept making lies.” john b’s face faltered slightly.

“how long have you two been lying?” john b asked, blankly. jj looked back at you, hoping you would take it from here before john b tackled him to the ground.

“three months.” you said, pretty confidently. john b lowered his head as he ran his fingers through his hair before letting his hand fall and grasp onto the old black bandana hanging from his neck. 

“do you love him?” john b asked, taking a few steps closer to you. your face softened and you got goosebumps.

“yeah. a lot.” you responded, slightly chuckling as a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. john b didn’t even ask jj but turned around and jj nodded exessively.

“so fucking much man. this is 100% different than some random hook up.” jj said, before letting his eyes softly flicker to yours and giving you a small smile. 

“i feel like i would’ve been mad either way but i’m just more annoyed you guys kept it a secret from me...but to be honest, i probably would’ve kept it a secret from me too if i were you.” john b said, a light laugh coming out to ease his sentence. you had completely forgotten that pope, kie, and sarah stood behind him until sarah spoke up.

“i think this is kinda cute.” she said with a cute pouty face that couldn’t hide her smile. you gave her a smile in response and walked to jj, wrapping your arms around his left one. 

“yeah, yeah, yeah, what sarah said or whatever.” john b replied in defeat, giving you a small smile. “if she ever comes home crying, angry, or literally anything but happy, i will not hesistate to beat you the fuck up.”

“permission granted.” jj replied, giving john b a joking salute. 

[prettyboongi]

BTS Reaction | You React to Them Calling You Ugly [Part 1: The Hyung Line]

[A/N: When I first got this request, I knew it was going to be a challenge. Not only the title alone is super angst-ridden, this reaction is pretty much a reversal of what I usually do. Instead of them reacting to you, it’s the other way around. However, I was only able to finish the hyung line parts at the moment. But I will finish part 2 as soon as possible! Hope you guys enjoy!]

Seokjin 

“Hey, Jin, am I ugly?” 

Your unexpected question catches your friend off guard. He looks up from his phone screen, catching the serious expression on your face. 

“That’s a random question,” he says with a light laugh, “What brought this up?” 

You look down at your coffee mug and sighed. “Well, the other day I was out with my little sisters at the mall, buying clothes and shit. We were only there for 2 hours and seven guys came up to us and started hitting on them. Just them though. I was completely left out in the dark. It was so embarrassing.” As far as you can remember, you’ve always felt ugly. Throughout the years, there was always someone pointing an imperfection of yours, whether it was your skin, hair or body shape. It definitely didn’t help having gorgeous sisters or even a friend as good looking as Jin. 

Jin looks at you sentimentally. “I’m sorry that happened, Y/N.” 

But you shook your head in response. “You never answered my question. Do you think I’m ugly?” 

“Why does it matter what I think of you? You’re obviously an amazing person, Y/N. 

“Just answer the question?” 

“Y/N-” 

“Jin,” your voice sounded desperate as you looked up at your friend pleading eyes, "Please tell me."

Jin quietly sighs as he puts down his phone on your kitchen counter. “If I had to be perfectly honest, Y/N, you could look much prettier if you actually took care of your appearance.” 

“So you think I am ugly.” 

“I never used that word.”

“You didn’t have to,” you said quietly. Feeling your eyes burn with incoming tears, you turned your back on Jin. “But thanks for being honest.”

Jin felt absolutely terrible. As your best friend, he always made sure to be honest with you, and with his blunt nature, it was never an issue for him. But for the first time in your friendship, he sees that he shouldn’t be this honest. 

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you hear Jin scoot from his chair and gather his things. “Hey, I have to run somewhere. See you later.” 

The moment you hear the door close behind him, that’s when you let you collapse onto the floor, quietly sobbing to yourself. 

Yoongi 

You honestly couldn’t understand why a person like Min Yoongi would ever be into you. Not only was he an amazingly talented rapper and producer, he’s also one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on. That when he asked you out, you thought he was either pulling a cruel prank on you or he was some powerful drugs. I mean, how could you believe that he actually liked you. But after some persistence on his end, you decided to stuff down your insecurities and took a chance with love. 

Almost a month of dating, you have no regrets when it comes to Yoongi. He was nothing but a perfect gentleman and, most importantly, a perfect boyfriend. He loved everything about you, everything from your warm smile to your dry sense of humor. The only thing he didn’t like about you was your self-hatred and how you’re always quick to put yourself down. 

“I really wished you loved yourself better, Y/N,” said Yoongi. 

“Easier said than done,” you replied, laughing at his comment as if it was a funny joke. 

Despite how you felt about yourself, Yoongi thought you were beautiful, inside and out. Everyday he fell more and more in love with you and you felt the same for him. 

However, when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his friends, that’s when you broke out of your blissful reverie. At first, you vehemently refused, saying that it was way too soon and that you were too shy. But he didn’t buy it. 

“Come on, Y/N. What’s the worst that could happen?,”  he asked. 

You didn’t want to entertain his question with an answer but you did eventually break down and agreed to meet his friends. Knowing how sweet and mature Yoongi is, his friends would have to be the same way. Right? 

The plan was to meet up Friday night at the guys favorite bar downtown. Hours before the supposed rendezvous, you spent your time meticulously getting ready. Everything was picked out with the utmost care: your hairstyle, your outfit, your makeup. Of course Yoongi thought your prep was unnecessary but you wanted to make a great impression on his friends. Even if it was unnecessary, at least the effort you’ve put on your appearance boosted your confidence a bit. 

As you and Yoongi walk into the busy and warmly lit bar, you instantly hear a sharp shout from the other end of the establishment. 

“Yoongi! Over here!”

Nervous, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand before heading over to the booth the six men occupied. 

“Boys, this is Y/N,” he introduced you. “Please make her feel welcome.” 

You were so nervous you could only smile pleasantly and give a small wave. But deter the boys from warmly welcoming you. After scooting over to make room for you and Yoongi, the boys joked around with you, told embarrassing stories about Yoongi and overall just made you feel a part of the gang. It was safe to say that things were going great that night. 

It wasn’t until you were heading towards the restroom at the back of the bar when you spotted Yoongi’s youngest friend Jungkook. He had excused himself moments earlier to answer a phone call. You were planning on sneaking past him in order to not disturb his call when you mentioned your name.

“Her name is Y/N? Yeah I guess her name is kinda pretty. Too bad she looks fucking busted!,” he laughs into his phone. “Trust me, I’m not exaggerating. You think Yoongi-hyung would have taste in women but I guess not.” 

Listening to Jungkook, you felt your heart break into a million pieces as the intense feelings of shame heated your face. You quickly walked back to the table and pulled Yoongi aside. 

“What’s wrong?,” he asked, “You look like you're about to cry.” 

“I need to go home, Yoongi. I feel I’m on the verge of a panic attack,” you half-lied to him. You tried your best to hold in your tears but the first sob that escaped your mouth ruined it for you. 

Yoongi thought you were having a fun night but he did know you get panicky sometimes. He told you to head to the car while he said his goodbyes. 

You worked so hard to get ready for this night and it took one nasty comment to send you crashing down. 

Hoseok

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say as you walked into Hoseok’s apartment. 

“No thank you for coming,” he replies with a cheery smile on his face. After helping you take off your coat, he leads you to his living room sofa. 

You couldn’t believe it when your longtime crush Hoseok began talking to you. To be honest, you were more than content dreamily gazing at him whenever you caught him around campus. But when one day he asked to sit next with you at the university’s cafe, it was practically a dream come true! 

For the next two weeks, the two of you kept up a flirty banter, both on campus and through texting. Having the campus hottie showing an interest you wouldn’t have thought things would get better for you. Well imagine your shock when Hoseok invited you to come hang out at his place. 

Once he sat next to you on the sofa, he put his arm around you and brought you closer to him. 

“What would you like to watch,” he asked you as he turned on the Netflix app on his TV. 

You nervously giggled. “Oh I dunno, it’s up to you, Hobi.” 

The two of you ended up settling for an indie romance film. However you two weren’t so invested in it. Especially after you started to feel Hoseok glide his hands on the soft curves of your body and felt his soft lips on your neck. One thing led to another and… let’s just say you two were emphasizing on the “Chill” part of “Netflix and Chill.” 

By the time your heavy romp was over, Hoseok excused himself to the bathroom while you stayed on the sofa, basking in sheer ecstasy. The silence of the living room suddenly broke when you heard the vibration of Hobi’s phone against the coffee table. Feeling a bit nosy, you decided to pick up his phone to see what notification he received. However, your thumb accidentally slid across the phone screen and it opened to his messaging app. You knew snooping on someone’s phone was not only a bad idea, but a total invasion of privacy. But you were too noisy for your own good. 

The screen was already opened on Hoseok’s conversation with his best friend, Jimin. You read their most recent texts, then instantly regretted it.

Jimin: Y/N? The same Y/N you’ve been hanging out with lately

Hobi: Yeah that Y/N

Jimin: But why? Didn’t you say she was ugly as fuck?

Hobi: Don’t recall using those words… but i would be quick to call her cute or anything 

Jimin: Okay so why her tho

Hobi: Well she seemed desperate enough to fool around with so I thought ‘why not’?

Jimin: Dude

You were so dumbstrucked of what you’ve just read that you didn’t hear Hoseok’s approaching footsteps. 

“What’re you doing…,” he begins as he sees you with his phone in your hands, screen opened to his texts. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” He tried to grab the phone from your hands before you threw hard at his chest. 

“You fucking asshole!!,” you cried. You actually thought someone as handsome as Hoseok genuinely liked you. But sadly you were dead wrong. 

He ended up kicking you out of his apartment but you didn’t care, you wanted to get out there. To get away from him. After getting into your car, you drove to the nearest parking lot you could find and sat there in the silence. And wept. 

Namjoon 

Weddings were never your thing. For as long as you can remember, you were always dragged to go to someone's wedding. It started with relatives, then your older siblings, and now, as an adult, your friends. Everyone excused your hatred for weddings as you being a curmudgeon. But the real reason you weren’t a fan of them was that deep inside you knew you that no one would ever make you their bride. You were never going to wear a gorgeous yet outrageously expensive wedding gown. And most of all, you were never going to find a groom who will look at you lovingly while saying his vows before grabbing you for a passionate. But that’s life right?

You have gotten to a point where you swore off weddings because you just couldn’t bear them anymore. But your best friend since childhood just had to get engaged and made you her maid of honor. You loved her so much and wished for her happiness above yours so you decided to bear and grin through it. But this is the last one, you swore to yourself. 

Fast forward to three months into the engagement, it was the night of the engagement party. You and the rest of the bridesmaids were set to meet the groomsmen. The men were pretty normal, none of them really catching your eye. And then you were introduced to the best man, Kim Namjoon, and it was pretty much love at first sight. He was smart, funny and extremely handsome- saying that he was the perfect man would’ve been a complete understatement. And to your luck, he was incredibly kind to you and wanted to work side by side in this engagement. He gave you his contact information and social media, assuring you you can reach him anytime. And you did. Not only did you message him about the wedding, it soon evolved into friendly conversations about each other’s lives. In one of these conversations, you found that he was single and that he wasn’t planning on taking a date to the big day. Obviously, you didn’t have the balls to ask Namjoon out right then and there. But it did give you the incentive to wow him at the wedding. It was definitely something to look forward to. 

Fast Forward to the actual day of the wedding. For once, you actually put effort into your wedding appearance. You made sure you were beautifully glammed up, hoping to make Namjoon fall in love with you. During the reception, you even told some of the bridesmaids your plan, and they helped gas you up and gave you supportive platitudes. With their support and a few glasses of champagne, you were ready to ask Namjoon to dance. 

Walking up to the bar where he was sitting, your best friend stops you. 

“Hey, I was actually about to talk to Namjoon-”

“I know what you're about to do, one of the bridesmaids told me,” she interrupted. “Trust me, it’s not a good idea.” You were confused by her words, wondering why would stop you from finally giving love a chance. That’s when she pulled you aside and told you the truth. “He’s not a good guy, Y/N. He’s been making disgusting and hurtful comments about the bridesmaids and you especially. When he said that you weren’t “too ugly to fool around in the broom closet, but not hot enough for a one stand, I had to possess every power in me to not knock his lights out.” 

You just stood there, silently nodding and taking in her words. You put on a brave face but it was clear that your heart was broken into a million pieces. 

Your best friend pulled you into a tight hug. “Forget about that dumbass, you’re absolutely stunning. Just stick with me for the rest of the evening, okay?” 

“Okay,” the only thing you could reply with. 

[haloshornsinkstains]

[NSFW] Attic Rendezvous [Belphie]

I wrote this because Belphie’s bit in the spooky event just gave me feels. Not sure I like writing in second person, but I was feeling guilty that most of my Obey Me stuff features my MC rather than a reader-insert type thing. 

I’m also writing a SFW set of extended scenes for the spooky event with my MC Kore that’ll be up on my AO3 and possibly here. But for now, enjoy demon smut.

The last ghost was in the attic, at least that was what the noises coming from up here suggested. They also suggested someone was up here looking for it, and with Mammon scared and the rest of the brothers busy cleaning up various messes caused by the ghosts there was only one demon it could really be. It was strange, how much everything had changed. It both seemed like forever ago and just yesterday that coming up these stairs was a nerve wracking experience, waiting for Lucifer to pounce and most likely kill her for sneaking up here. And then there was everything that happened after, meeting Belphie, saving him, the alternate timelines, the betrayal and murder… it sounded utterly unbelievable, even for a human thrown into the Devildom, but it happened all the same. You stopped at the top of the stairs, catching sight of him stood in the middle of the attic, like so many times before, except this time there were no bars. You smiled, it had been a long hard road to get here, but it was so worth it. You never could have dreamed things would end up this way, that the man who murdered you would end up making you feel like this, but you were so glad.

“Hey handsome, what are you doing up here?”

He started, whirling around and throwing an affectional scowl in your direction (don’t ask, it’s entirely a Belphie thing to be able to scowl affectionately, you could never work out how he managed that). “Don’t sneak up on people like that! I saw a ghost fly in here, so I went after it.”

You gripped the vase that was the source of all this mess firmly in one hand, scanning the room for any sign of the prankster spirit but coming up empty. Turning your gaze back to Belphie you sound him pouting at you huffily.

“It’s invisible right now… But I think it’s messing with the bed, look, the sheets are moving!” His eyes went wide. “Incoming.”

There was the rustling of fabric then suddenly the world went dark as a sheet came flying at the pair of you, tanging you up together. You could feel the warmth of his body pressed up against yours, his breath fanning against your face enough to make your heart race. He was smirking at you, studying the pink flush on your cheeks that always seemed to appear whenever he was this close. His arms were around you and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat where your bodies pressed together. You wondered if he could feel yours too, racing too fast and so hard it might burst through your ribs at any second. It was foolish, to feel like this still after everything you’d done together, but Belphie still had that effect on you. At least now your heart raced around him because you liked him, not because you were scared.

“And now we’re wrapped in a sheet…” He complained as if he’d failed to notice your flushed face and racing heart, though he made no move to escape. “Pranks of this lever are kinda cute though. And it has put us in a rather intimate position…”

You shifted against him, the contact sending a jolt of heat through your body. “So poetic.” You chuckled. “But I guess we are, this is a good prank. All things considered.”

“Since we’re here, wanna kiss?”

You chuckled again, answering him with actions instead of words, your body pressed up against his, lips finding their place against the softness of his. You could feel his arms wrapping around you tighter, untangling your own to wrap around his neck. Your fingers threading through the silken strands of his hair. His tongue pressed past your lips, kissing you until you were breathless.

“That was nice.” He hummed as you pulled back, chest heaving as you tried to pull air back into your lungs. “You’re making me want more.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t say no.”

His fingers were just trailing down your sides, gripping on the hem of the nightdress you’d been wearing when this chaos started, when suddenly the world was filled with light again. The sheet flying back through the air and onto the bed. Fuck. Or not rather. You bit back a frustrated snarl, feeling the irritation rolling off the man pressed against you in waves.

“Tch! Just when we were getting somewhere!”

“Boo!”

Brain still foggy with lust you just barely managed to point the vase in the direction of the ghost, watching as it got sucked back inside with maybe a touch of delight.

“You deserved that entirely for cockblocking me you dumb ghost.” You huffed, mostly to yourself.

Behind you Belphie chuckled, strong arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you back against his chest. “The ghost is gone now…”

“So it is…” You pause, glancing towards the door. “How long do you think we have before someone comes looking for us?”

“Long enough.”

That’s all the answer you need, turning in his arms and pushing up against him to press your lips hard into his. It’s one of Belphegor’s better qualities that he’s very good at spotting hints if not listening to them, though admittedly as far as hints go this one is about as obvious as it gets. Your hands are tugging at his jacket, a quiet whine leaving your throat as he pulls away from the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. 

“Belphie, too many clothes.” It came out more whimper than order, but he obliged regardless, quickly shucking off his jacket before his lips returned to your neck, biting down on your shoulder to draw a moan from your lips.

“And what about you hmm?” His fingers were trailing up your thigh, gently rubbing circles in the sensitive flesh there.

“Ah, Belphie -fuck- we don’t have time. The others…”

He growled, the sound reverberating through you. “Fine. You’re making it up to me later.”

His fingers traced over your underwear, finding the wetness that had been gathering there since you were first trapped under the sheet with him. You felt his low hum of pleasure as a finger slipped past the edge of the underwear and slid across your folds. 

"So desperate for me." 

Any reply you wanted to make was lost in a gasp as one long finger slid inside you, curling to hit all the right places as his thumb pressed against your clit.

"When you're like this it just makes me want to tease you more…"

You bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for more friction. "Belphie please! Ah- fuck!"

You palmed his bulge, pressing against his hand as your fingers started to tug at his pants.

"Tch. Impatient."

He obliged, despite his complaints, smirking wickedly at the way you whined when he pulled his hand free. The next thing you were aware of his pants landed around his ankles with a soft thud and your leg was lifted to hook around his waist, his fingers gripping the soft skin of your thigh almost hard enough to bruise.

"Sure you're ready for this?"

You reached down to stroke his cock, lining it up with your entrance even as you pumped your hand along his length, thumb swiping over the beads of pre come that gathered at the tip.

"Please. I need you."

The begging tone of your voice was his undoing, his hips bucking forwards almost of their own accord to sheathe his cock in your wet heat. You wrapped one hand in his hair, tugging hard at the silken locks as he thrust inside you, the other gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave imprints of the half moons of your nails.

"Ah! Yes! Fuck, Belphie, yes!" The words were a garbled mess.

It was rare for him to be the one fucking you, Belphie was an attentive lover but he was also lazy. You were nearly always on top, riding him while he rubbed lazy circles against your clit. It was always good, but when he took charge it became mind blowing. His cock hit all the right places, and the pace he set was punishing, his strong grip on you the only thing keeping you upright at this point. 

"Ah, fuck. I'm n-not going to last long."

"You're the one who said we needed to be quick." He grunted into your neck, tone just short of annoyed.

You tried to respond but a snap of his hips sent the world crashing around you, the only words leaving your lips a garbled litany of his name. Somewhere in the pulsing white that took over you heard your name in a moan, just barely registering the pulse of his cock inside the fluttering of your walls. As you came down from your high,  still a little delirious from pleasure and gripping onto his shoulders to stop your legs going out from under you, you started to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I can't believe you just fucked me standing in the middle of the attic."

"It was your idea! Idiot."

Your giggles were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the attic stairs. Swearing quietly under his breath Belphie leaned down to pull his pants back up, leaving you wobbling slightly in place. He managed to get them up just in time as the door opened.

"Sweetie? Are you okay up here? You've been a wh… Oh. Well now I know what took you so long, and you didn't even invite me!" The demon in the doorway was grinning from ear to ear as he stared at the pair of you.

"Get lost Asmo."

[ji-yaaan]

°•°•°•°𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞°•°•°•°

A Silver x Reader Oneshot ^v^

Note: for the sake of third person it's a fem!reader, and I'm really sorry about that cuz I made this in like... Idk 2-3 am... So my brain is not functioning properly (꒦ິ⍸꒦ິ) sorry bout that guis, but feel free to replace the pronouns and gender thingy ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

Mistakes were made under the cut!

A midsummer night with the twinkling stars that adorned the vast night skies. There lies a boy with silver hair under the cool shade of the big oak tree. After a long day of school, exhausted from the activities done, the boy leaned over the tree, relaxing at the comfortable ambiance in the middle of the dark forests illuminated by the stars and moonlight. Drowsy from exhaustion the boy nodded off to sleep as the crickets sing the songs of the night. What a sight to see.... The girl thought to herself.

In a sleepless humid night with the stuffy and dusty air suffocating the halls of the ramshackle dorm, a late night stroll in the forest for a breather seems like a good way to pass time and boredom. She ventures out in the dark forest as the moon watches over her up above.

As she strolls in the forest savoring the cool night's breeze. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she saw a man lying down under the oak tree in the middle of the vast forest. How odd... She thinks to herself. In the dark woods of twisted wonderland, lies a young man deep in slumber, completely out in the open from unknown dangers lurking around. But who was she to judge? There she was venturing out in the forest in God knows what time...The girl stood frozen in her spot as she peered over the young man.

There sat a boy with soft and fluffy silver hair flowing from the cool breeze. With long silver lashes adorning his porcelain face, his chest rising and falling, evident of his state in deep slumber. The girl crouched down mesmerized with the silver haired beauty's stunning visuals.

"Hmmm......? Pfffft!" The girl found herself chucking upon noticing the man frowning in his sleep, his eyebrows knitted together, wrinkling his forehead. What in the world could he be dreaming for him to frown even in his sleep? She asks to herself...

Dazed and confused, the girl subconsciously poked the man's forehead Ahhhhh! I've done it! flustered and shocked from her dumb actions, she tries to get up and leave from embarrassment, only to be interrupted with a big hand that tightly gripped her frail wrists.

The man has awokened from his slumber. "What are you doing?" Exclaims the young man as he furrows his eyebrows while glaring at the girl. The grip tightening at the young maiden's wrist, she said "Wait! Wait! Time out! Time out!". The boy furrowed his eyebrows yet again while he slightly loosens his grip. "Ehehe.... You see.... How do I explain it......" The girl reasoned as the young boy started to tightly grip his hands at her wrist yet again. "Uhmmm! You see I was just having a midnight stroll to take a breather! The ramshackle dorms are pretty iffy and stuffy, so I wanted to get fresh air! But then I saw you sleeping here in the oak tree where I usually go! And then.... Uhm... Oh! And uhm..... I saw you're frowning in your sleep?! so I think I subconciously poked you without me noticing?! I mean who even sleeps in the middle of nowhere frowing right?hehe-....... I mean! I'm so sorryyyy! Please let go of me!!!" The girl started blabbing in panic in front of the boy. "Is that so?......." The boy replied letting go of her wrist.

Thus the akward silence began. The night was silent as the moon shone above the both of them, with crickets singing, as the cool night breeze flew past the two. The night was finally settling in. The ambiance was calming and relaxing. It was the type of akward that is comfortable in it's own way.

"Uhmm..... Have a hard time sleeping too? The night was really stuffy...... I had a really hard time sleeping....." The girl said breaking the ice.

"Is that so?....." The silver haired boy replied. What's with his answers?? I swear if he answers iS thAt sO again I'm disowning grimm.

"Uhm.... My name is (y/n)! A first year from the ramshackle dorms!" she said. "I see you're the first year who made quite the ruckus at the ceremony." He calmly said. "Well.....yeah, there’s that...." (y/n) relpied embarrased and dissapointed.

"Silver" the man said. Hmmm? Silver? The girl thinks to herself. "My name is Silver.... a second year from the Diasomnia dorms." The boy continued whilst sighing."Well.....nice to meet you Silver!" The girl giggles as she beamed a smile to the boy before her.

Little did they knew that this nightly rendezvous marks the start of ever occuring meetings. Encounter after encounter, a morning greeting whilst gazes meet, a warm smile paints their faces. Both of them truly grew fonder and closer with each other as time passed by.

Late night rendezvous became a habit of the two, telling each other tidbits of themselves as they enthusiastically share how their day went with each other, with smiles and laughter that echoed in the forest.

But this innocent friendship between the two of you was soon to be short lived... As silver finally understood what he felt about you. As shocking as it was for him, he felt happy in your precence, but the moment he realized his true inner feelings, he felt his stomach churn from the joy, love, and fear he felt for (y/n). It felt as if all his emotions were stirred up inside him giving him butterflies.

The next following days were a blur. It felt as if viewing a cheesy romance movie with rose tinted glasses. With every smile, every laugh, even the little mannerisms (y/n) did, it never failed to make his heart flutter. Silver felt complete in her precence...

They say humans are naturally greedy creatures....... Silver wanted more he wanted to indulge himself in (y/n)'s light more...... So he did his best to convey his emotions to you.

As much as she'd hate to admit it, the mellow touches silver gives sends butterflies in her stomach. She noticed little bits of the feelings silver conveyed, but she refused to believe the little voice inside her that says maybe, just maybe, silver actually had feelings for you. She was in a state of a blind denial. But she truly appreciated and loved all the small gestures Silver did, she really did found herself a friend she loved.

their innocent friendly relationship could only last for long. The more time passed by, the more sexual tension aroused between the two. With playful fights turning uncomfortable, when they laugh at each other as their gazes suddenly meet.... It was very hard not to notice the tension, leaving both very flustered and bashful with each other. The little nightly tryst the two had felt like a stroll in the clouds. Living life wearing rose tinted glasses was sure a luxury one could have.

A refreshing gush of wind flew past the luscious silver locks of the boy, with his periwinkle orbs fixated unto the book he was holding, a deep sigh escaped his lips as he flips through the pages spaced out, not focusing on the contents at all, as hundreds of thoughts linger on his mind, preoccupying him from reading his book. A thought crossed his mind, no..... This thought was plastered all over his mind when did it go wrong? The cloudy skies above was peaceful, how he wished to have his mind be as peaceful as the clouds above. The boy then put down his book, and succumbs to the drowsiness he's suffering from, due to restless nights of tossing and turning.

As he's nodding off to sleep yet again, the little birds chirp in joy singing the songs of the forest. Along with the songs of the birds, there was a familiar voice who hummed a familiar tune of a melody one has heard before. Yet again, there she stood in front of Silver drowsing off to dreamland. "Hmmmm! Is this deja vu?" (Y/n) sat beside her friend as she put silver's head on her lap. "If you keep sleeping like that, your neck would hurt later you know?"

Time passed by quick with thunders rumbling in the distance, grey clouds enveloped the whole skies threatening for it to pour any moment. Silver then awoke to the sounds that disturbed his peaceful nap. Ah! I've overslept.... what time is it now? but before he could even pull himself together, he was shocked to see himself lying on your lap whilst you slept like a child leaning on the big oak tree.

The lonely nights slowly became brighter and colorful. Without even realizing it, the two started to look forward to the late night meetings under the twinkling stars, basking under the moonlight. These secret little meetings felt like joy to Silver, he felt like time stops whenever he's with (y/n). Mhmmm.... I may have found myself a friend i cherish deeply, huh? Silver thinks to himself smiling whilst looking at (y/n) grinning widely.

He felt his heart melt right then and there...

Was he dreaming, is this a dream? "Wait no, the sky might come pouring down any moment now....." Silver woke up the girl lost in dreamland how cute.....

"AH! I ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT! I was about to wake you up but I bombed it!.... Wait is it going to rain? Oh God....." Cold Raindrops started pouring from the grey skies as the two ran across the forest to seek shelter in the Diasomnia dorms.

The both of you drenched, like little children who had fun playing in the rain, the both of you start laughing at yourselves. Malleus entered the room shocked to see the two of you drenched."Ah! MalMal-Senpai~!" called out (y/n)."Hmm~?.....I see you still call me that nickname huh?" Malleus smiled softly as he offered a dry towel for (y/n).

Silver watched as (y/n)'s face lit up just from simple exchanges from his young master. Ah I see now, this is when everything went wrong huh?..... He thought to himself.

One sleepless night with the humid breeze flowing through the windows, as dusty air covered the rooms of the ramshackle dormitory, (y/n) goes with the usual late night stroll to the forest to find her buddy, Silver. She wanted to talk lots to him about her long day with the troubles that the trio has cooked up yet again. She was so excited just by thinking about it, but she was left dissapointed when she did not find her friend waiting at the usual spot. Silver is probably busy she thought. Ready to go back to the dorms, she stayed a bit longer to linger in the cool night's breeze.

Whilst enjoying the calm ambiance,she felt a presence with her, and to her shock, there was a mysterious man with horns that stood behind her, he seemed oddly familiar to her.... As their eyes locked, the only thing that (y/n) felt was her heart racing out from her chest, a feeling like someone squeezing your heart out making it hard to breathe. "How pretty....." She slipped. "AH I'M SORRY MY THOUGHTS SLIPPED!" (Y/n) admitted to her crimes embarrased.

The man with horns furrowed his eyebrows, but soon after, he chuckled at the young girl's foolish actions. "Hmmmm...really now?... how interesting you are little girl...." The man with horns replied.

(Y/n) was flustered and mesmerised by the man that stood before her. He made her breathless. With the beautiful raven hair that flew past the wind, and the chartreuse eyes that shone in the dark like sparkling emeralds. His porcelain ghostly white skin that almost look transparent......how beautiful.....

"Uhhhmm.... Hello... My name is (y/n)!" Did that sound akward?? She thought. "You're one of the first years that stirred up trouble in the ceremony right?" Says the man with horns.

"Well....ehehe.....yeah, that happend...." She peeked at the man again, only to be caught with his sharp glowing eyes. How embarassing..... "Oh! uhm so you are???" Truth be told, in reality, she already knew the man in front of him, the infamous man who supervises the Diasomnia dorms, the young master of your friend Silver, The Malleus Draconia himself. But it is still courtesy when you introduce yourself to others, they should return the introduction as well. (Y/n) stared at the man anticipating a reply. "Don't you already my name though?" He said. "But it's still respectful to introduce yourself, when someone introduced themselves to you!" (Y/n) whined like a little child, still looking expectant with eyes that shone innocently right back at the dark fae that stood before her. Malleus stared at the small girl, then smirked at her cute behaviour she kept showing. How odd..... how can someone like her not be afraid in my presence?how can she act honestly in front of me? How refreshing.... he thinks to himself. "Hmmm? But you already know my name? What is there for me to introduce?" The man said slightly smirking anticipating the girl's reaction. "Hmmm....is that so?" She replied dissapointed like a puppy with it's ears down. The man smirked again with (y/n)'s honest actions. She wears her heart on her sleeve.....how cute....

"then how about this? Call me whatever you want...." Even Malleus was confused with what he was saying, but he wants to see what her reaction will be, she piqued his interest..... She baffled the fae that stood before her.

"Reeaally??!! You cant take that back!!!" She grinned happily and exitedly as her eyes shone in pure delight. The fae smiles to himself finding the little girl quite odd, I mean, He's Malleus Draconia a poweful man, one of the greatest mages in the world. Yet he's perplex with a young girl approaching him without care in the world, not caring on who he is it warmed his heart to find someone this honest to approach him without being terrified.

"Hmmmm, now what can I call you?......" The girl questions to herself deep in her thoughts as the fae stared at her face, interested eager for the answer she'll come up with. "Pfffft!! I got it!" She says as she peered at the fae's glowing eyes. "Can I call you Malmal?" Her gaze unwavering stared at the man in front of her as she stops herself from breaking down in laughter. "Pfft! Ahahaha!" Malleus was baffled with the nickname (y/n) came up with as he bursts in laughter.... how interesting this girl is.... To have the audacity and bravery to call him that nickname, its starting to appear her bravery is just plain foolishness, but he did not hate it at all.

Silver knew deep inside that (y/n) is slowly falling for his young master. With each encounter with malleus, (y/n)'s eyes lits up like diamonds as she greets malleus with the nickname she came up with.... "Oh! MalMal? Goodmorning! hehe". Silver can't even deny the jealousy that prickled his heart as he saw the person he cherished and loved dearly, falling in another man's arms, worse, she seven fell for the young master that silver truly respected with all his heart. What can he do? He's just your friend, he's just a guard to his young master.....

He felt like his world came down crushing on him, why must this happen? , It felt like a thousand stab wounds pierced his heart... Indulging himself in the light (y/n) gave him was enough for him...... He wanted to do his best to protect your smile and laughter..... That's what he's best at doing..... Right?? He loves (y/n) so much that seeing her happy was enough for him.

Slowly, the nightly rendezvous turned into (y/n) telling silver love songs about Malleus... Even if it hurts, silver sat there listening to (y/n)'s every word, he felt happy to see (y/n) smile ear to ear as she tell about malleus. She never smiled like that before... silver thinks to himself. It left a distinct bittersweet taste in his mouth.

The peace was soon interrupted after muffled sobs rang in the woods, only to see a girl with stains of tears evident in her cheeks and glossy eyes as salty tears trickled in the corners of her eyes.

Meeting after meeting, a tryst under the moonlight as a sweet delightful feeling bloomed in (y/n)'s heart. She fell smitten for the fae with each passing second.

"Silver, what do I do?" She asked the silver haired boy choking on her words. Silver felt his heart drop as (y/n) fell in his arms choking on her sobs. Silver was speechless and was in a state of panic as he tries to console the girl by patting her back, tracing intricate patterns in attempts to calm (y/n) down....

A sunny day as bright clear skies lit the world of twisted wonderland, a chilly breeze flew past the silver haired boy as he woke up from slumber. The birds are chirping melliflous melodies. The once lush leaves that now turned orangefell from the trees as a single leaf stuck unto the boy's hair.

"Hic, he knows...... Malleus knows...... he asked me if I liked him, and I think he doesn't like it.... hic...... He hates me now right?" Reddish eyes gazed at silver as he felt his heart shattering into millions of pieces. "Uhmm..... Don't worry.... No one hates you... You know I like you" he replied with a gentle smile, as he rubbed (y/n)'s back calming her down. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better..... It's fine.... Maybe i'll just make these feelings dissaper? That'll do the trick right? It's better than malleus hating me..." As much as silver wanted to say yes, he wanted to hold (y/n)'s hand, he wanted to kiss her.... He wanted (y/n) to be his..... Seeing (y/n) in pain broke him. "You should just tell him how you feel..." A pained smile painted silver's face...."so can you please cheer up now?" He asked (y/n)..... "You're right...... I should be brave and face my problems...... Thank you silver...... You're the best!" Simple kind words that conveyed innocent feelings felt like a thousand stab wounds...... How stupid have I grown from being with you?...... I guess it's true that love can make someone the most stupid person in the world.....

Springtime is finally over..... Now it's time to stop wearing the rose tinted glasses and continue to live on the life of dull colors..... But that's fine..... The bright hues of the autumn leaves still colored the world of it's dull grey colors.....

"Silver! There you are!" a girl happily called out as she ran in silver's direction. "Sleeping in the middle of the day?.... Haaah...... I can't blame you... Oh! That reminds me! Later this evening, I'll be borrowing malleus hehe~ so you and sebek shouldn't fuss over him later m'kay?~" (y/n) grinned happily smiling ear to ear. "Glad to know you're back to being your usual loud self again...." Silver smiled at the girl. "HEY! LOUD?! Whats that about!" She replied as the both of their laughter echoed in the forest.

On one sleepless night, as silver sat under the oak tree savoring the fresh air of the night. He felt solitude in the peace and quiet surrounding him.

A cold wind blew the autumn leaves as Silver ventured in the woods in a chilly night to pass time of boredom. He leaned in the oak tree that once was green and lush, now with its leaves slowly falling in the ground. Staring at the big oak tree where everything started, his lips curved up to form a weak smile It's time to let her go now huh?. He looks up at the dark skies as tiny shards of light twinkled in the nothingness, he smiled to himself again for the last time, as he goes back to his dorm. But to his surprise he heard faint giggling in the distance as two couple held hands basking under the serene glow of the moonlight on a midnight tryst.

For a brief moment, the girl caught Silver's gaze as a soft mellow smile forms on her face only to be broken when the fae started talking and the girl got her focus back on her lover. His heart throbbed even with just a stare.... When did i become this stupid? but soon enough, a pained smile graced his face, accepting his circumstances, accepting his defeat.

"I lost..... Yet I still care for you.... Now when I look into your eyes, all I see is a stranger who knows all my secrets...... I guess... A soulmate who wasn't meant to be?......now it's finally time to say goodbye..." The autumn leaves flew as the chilly breeze blew past the young boy with silver hair........

• The End •

Y'all if you thought this was fluff.... I'm sorry.... I'm so much very sorry for that..... Pls stone me gently.... ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

The story became Silver x Reader x Malleus real quick huh? 👁️👄👁️

Also i keep writing fics based on songs i play the song that inspired me here is called: "A soulmate who wasn't meant to be" by Jessica benko ^~^ 

Solstice: either of the two times in the year, the summer solstice and the winter solstice, when the sun reaches its highest or lowest point in the sky at noon, marked by the longest and shortest days.

Edit: WHY THE FRICK IS TUMBLR MESSING THIS UP! I HAVE TO EDIT THIS FOR LIKE.... 5 TIMES NOW! TUMBLR WTF!

[irukas-son]

HELLOOO is this we’re I submit my requests?

I hope so 😭☝️

Can I get a sai x fem reader (naruto) were they’re dating and your trying to keep it a secret but sai keeps telling everyone that u guys are fucking off handedly to people 😀

🚶🏽🚶🏽

OH MY GAWD

It’s okay if u don’t tho

ur writing is amazing btw❤️❤️

bby<3 thank you so much it means a lot to me. lol i thought this wouldn’t be enough but the word count is over 1,000 so we’re good, i hope you like it!

You left the gate of your house and saw Sakura walking. Once she saw you lock the gate, she started waving wildly and half-jogged towards you. Why is she so excited?

“Hi! So, tell me all about it!” Sakura said.

“Oh, hey Sakura,” truth be told, she wasn’t your closest friend, you just didn’t have the heart to push her off, “about what?”

“About you and Sai, silly!”

You felt your cheeks heat up. She isn’t supposed to know about that! You just wanted Sai to be all yours, but people weren’t supposed to know! Your parents would be so mad if they found out you were dating a shinobi.

You were reminded about what your father told you, “Ninjas date other ninjas, I don’t want you to get hurt! They won’t love you like someone normal. They’re either off on a mission or will also die on that mission. Be like your mother and I, we both have normal jobs here and look how healthy our relationship is! It’s for your own good.” He was right, but you didn’t know Sai was a ninja at first. And now, you didn’t really care, you liked Sai for him and, honestly, he is irreplaceable. He was the perfect guy for you.

You saw him often at the library you work at, you thought it was funny how he’d borrow books on human behavior, but it also made you have a soft spot for him. He was like a lost human in this big world, but wanted to integrate well, without anyone’s help. And after all, he was cute to you. Unlike other ninjas, he didn’t wear his headband at all times. Later, after you became closer, you were in his bedroom (just visiting, nothing happened) and noticed his headband on his dresser. He confirmed being a shinobi, but it was too late, you were already in love.

“Who told you?” you snapped back at Sakura.

“So you admit to it? Sai told me!”

“Sai... Sai and I are just friends, I don’t know why he would tell you that.”

“Yeah, right, I notice you and him, the way you look at each other, I shipped it!”

“Listen I’m late to work, Sai and I are just friends, end of discussion.”

You started jogging towards the library, fuelled by embarrassment, but also rage. 

You remember one of your late night dates with him by the water, you told him to not tell anyone. Or did you forget?

“Sai, I love you,” you said.

“Love? I feel that too, I think, towards you,” he said, pensive. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, while you were both sitting looking ahead at the stars reflecting on the sea.

“Uh, hmm, well I don’t know how to say this, but I really want us to be exclusive,” you declared, turning to him. Even though you consider yourself more on the shy side, he made you feel comfortable. You feel like you could tell him anything.

“Like a relationship? Okay, I can be your boyfriend,” Sai said with little emotion. It was your way of locking him down, not that you think he goes around flirting with girls, but you liked the title.

Once at the library, you saw him standing by the door, waiting for it to be open, or to see you... that’d be sweet. Seeing him made your anger dissipate, even though he’s the one that is the cause.

“Sai, hi!” You greeted him, unlocking the door of the library.

“Hey,” he followed you inside, “May I kiss you?”

You agreed, knowing there is no one in the place, leaned on the receptionist counter while he kissed you tenderly on the lips, passing his right hand through your hair and resting his left hand on your hip. You taught him more or less how to kiss. Once detached, you sat behind the counter and he started asking you about your day. Reminded of your encounter with Sakura, you frowned, and told him “can you not talk about our relationship with anyone please?”

“Why?” Sai asked you, “Are you not proud to date me?” He seemed upset, oh no.

“Nonono Sai that’s not it, I just don’t want my parents to know you’re a ninja. They don’t want me to date a ninja, you know?”

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense. I cannot stop being a ninja however.”

“I’m not asking you to stop, just don’t tell people about us.”

“Okay, I’ll stop now.”

“Wait... who did you tell?”

“Sakura...”

“Only her?”

“...yes.” He was such a bad liar, he’s not one to lie after all.

“You sure?” you teased, leaning over the counter looking up at him.

“And Naruto.” Oh, freaking great, you were not that close to Naruto, but you knew enough that he’d probably tell everyone, it’s already too late. He might even tell Tsunade!

“SAI!!!”

“Sorry I didn’t know it was private!”

“You were supposed to be my undercover lover!!! Now that you told Naruto, the whole village might as well know,” you sighed, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it. What will you ever do? 

Sai left without even saying anything, that’s so not like him... he has other things to do today, so he’s excused. You just stayed and worked at the library, rearranging the returned books and lending other books to other readers. 

“I knew it wouldn’t last long,” you heard as the door opened, you turned to see Naruto, not someone you see often at the library, with his hand behind his head and frowning.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know what you did, but he came wailing and crying to Sakura and I about him being broken up. He ruined our date.”

“Sakura would never go on a date with you!”

“She would!”

He left muttering some words. So he pretended that you broke up with him to the only people he told, that’s kinda smart, but does that mean that the other people that were aware of it will know too? Actually, can people mind their business?

But now does that mean him and you can’t even hang out together in public, not that you wanted to! You like your late night rendezvous under the stars. You both looked beautiful in the moonlight. You liked him as your undercover lover. Forever.

[missjanjie]

I’m the Fire and You’re My Fuel | Kamjie

Title: I’m the Fire and You’re My Fuel Summary: Kameron and Vanessa are still riding the high of their new relationship, and it has them winding up in some unexpected places. (inspired by a dream i had last night) Word Count: 1579 Relationship(s): Kamjie (Vanessa Vanjie Mateo/Kameron Michaels) Rating: E

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Kameron didn’t know how much of the incident he was about to describe would be shown on TV, but he did know it was still a major network and the line would have to be drawn somewhere way before things became, well, pornographic.

After a quick touch-up from hair and makeup, the producer prompted him. “What happened backstage with Vanjie after that show?”

And even though he knew they knew already, Kameron blushed. He wasn’t the type of person to let that sort of thing happen normally. Sure, he liked a bit of PDA, especially with his cute, new boyfriend, but this was something else.

“So, it’s after the show and I see Vanjie. He’s partially undressed and all sweaty but still has a full face on. And he just looked really hot and I...” he cleared his throat and looked down, deciding whether or not he was actually about to admit this on camera. “Um… I pulled him into this little, closed off space and we started making out…”

“Is that all that happened?”

Kameron groaned and buried his head in his hands. “No… We hooked up in there,” he confessed. He fanned himself, now unable to look directly at the camera. “This isn’t like me at all. I swear, I don’t know what’s come over me since Vanjie and I started dating. But honestly? I’m not mad at it.”

Naturally, Vanessa was given the same prompt. This was a juicy story, one that definitely warranted both sides. And Vanessa was just as nervous and awkward. “Shit, y’all really gon’ make me tell this story, huh?” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I was just walkin’ around backstage, minding my own damn business, when Kameron grabbed me and pulled me into this little… like, not a closet, but a little, y’know, space. We started kissing and… y’all just gotta fill in the blanks from there, but it was good good,” he laughed. “Kameron’s got a wild side, I’m here for it.”

The Night Before

Vanessa had just taken his wig cap off, aimlessly trying to fluff up his hair as he made his way across the backstage. He knew he’d forgotten something on the other side, but for the life of him couldn’t remember what. He figured he would know it when he saw it and hoped retracing his steps would jog his memory.

Kameron was standing in a white, terrycloth robe, talking to one of the dancers. He couldn’t be bothered to take off his makeup or put clothes on just yet. Shortly after the dancer left, his eyes locked on Vanessa. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, and he just wanted to get his hands on him every chance he got. “Hey you,” he cooed, taking Vanessa by the arm and pulling him close.

Vanessa grinned and placed a kiss to his lips. “Hey,” he greeted, brushing against his lips as he spoke and stealing a few more kisses.

It was some sort of impulse Kameron would later find inexplicable, but when he noticed a little space they could slip into and stay otherwise out of sight, he pulled Vanessa into it and kissed him hard.

“The fuck are you doing?” Vanessa whispered, giggling. There was virtually no room in this spot, the two of them pressed up against each other.

“No idea, feel free to stop me,” he chuckled as he tangled his fingers through the smaller queen’s hair and pulled him back in for another kiss, then another, until they were making out sloppily, driven by a sudden rush of lust.

Vanessa smirked into the kisses. “You know I’m not stopping shit,” he murmured, pressing kisses along Kameron’s jaw. “Whatcha got on under that robe, huh?” he asked, already untying it. Just from running his fingers along the elastic, he knew the exact type of briefs he had on, making his smirk broaden.

Kameron chuckled softly and let the robe drop to the floor and let it pool around his ankles. “Was gonna tell you to find out for yourself, but you beat me to the punch.” He tilted his head back and let out a pleased sigh as Vanessa kissed and nipped along the expanse of skin.

“Can’t exactly take our time in here,” Vanessa pointed out as he got down to Kameron’s collarbone, then to his biceps, biting and sucking on and around his nipples with his hands pressed firmly against his boyfriend’s back.

His head leaned his head against the wall, eyes shut and mouth hanging open. He didn’t have to watch Vanessa to know where his mind was headed. “Fuck, are we really doing this?”

Vanessa looked up at him. “We’d be fuckin’ in here if we wouldn’t have to do it raw and dry,” he retorted, snapping the elastic of Kameron’s briefs against him.

There was a part of Kameron that wondered how much experience Vanessa actually had fooling around in high-risk locations. He’d heard rumors of what he and Brooke Lynn got away with on set, but rumors generally had the tendency to be exaggerated. But he had to admit, it would help explain the sheer confidence Vanessa had getting on his knees for him with so many people passing by.

When Vanessa was certain Kameron wasn’t backing out of this, he continued. He tugged the black briefs down and spit on his hand before wrapping it around Kameron’s cock. He stroked it steadily until it was completely hard, then eased his length into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Kameron exhaled in a breathy whisper. He heard footsteps get a little too close for comfort as Vanessa started to bob his head, but to his surprise, the momentary danger spurred his arousal on even more. He covered his mouth with one hand, the other gripping onto Vanessa’s hair, though not hard enough to keep him from moving on his own accord.

Vanessa was relishing this, finding himself more and more obsessed with getting someone as quiet and reserved as Kameron to indulge in something like this. Of course, he made it worth the risk, relaxing his throat as he bobbed his head until he was able to deep-throat him, forehead resting against Kameron’s lower abdomen as he steadied himself.

Kameron had to bite down on his hand to keep himself from moaning, because if he let himself even a little, it would spin out of control with no way to reel it in. He did his best to keep himself still, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

But Kameron was surprised once again when Vanessa stilled and tapped his thigh to get his attention. Once their eyes met, Vanessa nodded at him (at least, as best as he could given the circumstance). It took him a moment, but Kameron picked up on what he was trying to convey. “Tap me again if you need me to stop,” he whispered before his hips started to move in slow, shallow thrusts.

It did take another moment for Vanessa to get comfortable, but once he did, he focused all of his attention on watching Kameron’s face twist and contort with pleasure, knowing he was trying so desperately to stay quiet. He noticed when the thrusts became harsher and more erratic and he knew Kameron was close, so he kept himself as still as he could.

On the other hand, Kameron couldn’t have stayed still if he tried. He still tried to stay conscious of his actions, but it became near impossible as his orgasm hit. His hips pushed forward, but he managed to stay still as Vanessa sucked him dry, not backing off until he was completely spent.

Vanessa picked up Kameron’s robe as he got up. “Better put this back on,” he winked and handed it to him.

Kameron chuckled breathlessly as he put the robe back on. “You are something else,” he muttered and pulled his briefs back up.

“That’s what you get for pulling me into a broom closet’s broom closet,” he retorted and kissed him chastely. “Imma head back to the dressing room before people start askin’ questions.”

“You do that,” he waited a couple moments after Vanessa left before returning to the other dressing room, lest they look even more suspicious. It was then that he remembered there were cameras around, ones that likely caught at least part of their rendezvous. But that was an issue for another day, he decided. For now, he just wanted to get changed as quickly as possible.

“Where have you been, missy?” Yvie asked when Vanessa rejoined them.

“I was getting…” he furrowed his brows. If he’d forgotten what he was looking for before, he certainly had no idea now. “I forgot something on the other side, but I don’t remember what it was.”

Luckily, this was rather on brand for Vanessa, and neither Yvie nor Derrick questioned him any further. Kameron, on the other hand, didn’t have the same luck.

“Why do you have bite marks on your tits?” Naomi asked as Kameron dropped his robe to get dressed.

“Huh?” Kameron looked in the mirror and groaned. While Vanessa had kept his neck free of incriminating marks, his chest was not as lucky. “Um… I plead the fifth.”

Naomi snorted as he pulled up his jeans. “Nice going, you horny monsters,” he teased, then followed up with, “was it good, though? Worth it?”

Kameron’s embarrassed expression broke into a grin. “Oh yeah, definitely.”